Why don't you talk to me and tell me off <br />straight to my face? Tell me I'm not good enough <br />for you. Tell me my credentials don't configure <br />with your system; you don't know what to do with me. <br />But you can't tell me that, can you? <br />(You can't tell me anything <br />but read me sections and clauses of the manual.) <br /> <br />Who is to say the word? <br />For like all ugly systems <br />yours too is inclusive <br />and so the possibilities are left open <br />and so inclusion becomes exclusion <br />and the possibility becomes the impossibility. <br />You just hold out hope <br />and though you do not deceive, <br />you effect deception. <br /> <br />And who is to say the word? <br />There is certification and registration <br />and there is rank and order <br />of inclusion and possibility. <br />There is the system. <br />And there is exclusion. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inclusion/
