The dogged people

My crowd were taught to be
Whatever you aren't
Easier than unfolding your heart
Your curtailed self
When you're hemmed in
Up against that invisible line
As real as God
We were learned well, though
Being thoroughly outmanoeuvred
Run almost ragged as the flags
Planted in our hedgerows and halls
You couldn't have us now if you wanted us
Our unappeasing face
Is your creation
Yours alone