RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS
Migrant Waves
They are lined up at the border
Ready to cross over
They’ve waited for the day
When the virus would subside
When the hatred would abate
When the gates of human kindness
would open up to let them in
They’ve been told to go away
Go back home where they belong
But they have no homes
No lands that welcome them
They have come from a brutal place
A place of murder and oppression
A place where mothers are raped
A place where children are abducted
A place of crime and violence
They are waiting for the gates to open
Knowing that they face discrimination
Knowing that many wish to harm them
Knowing they may be sent away
Or discarded like bags of trash
Or held in chain-link prisons
Yet they come to meet their fate
They come in waves of flesh
to remind us they are human
Do they not hope?
Do they not dream?
When you cut them,
do they not bleed?
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