Born In The Wrong Era

So many lives cast in limbo, walking public roadways between parcels of fenced off private property.

Rounded up, boxed out, with beautiful country all around, but each fleeting bend lies just out of reach.

Evening strolls dictated by green-eyed men in cahoots with county bureaucrats wielding fabricated barriers.

Could one think of a more heinous plot?

And all this without more than a scare murmur of discontent.