all my brothers and sisters live
in a world of turmoil and deceit;
pay to live and live to pay when
it is those who take and never
give back should be the ones
dolling our the coin... a world
recked by proverty and neglect
as those who hae want more...
and more... and more...
for whom do I speak this day
that we should crowd into one
house to live with twenty meant
for only six and with our backs
still wet from crossing we know
no better than to just smile when
they slam the door in our faces...
for whom do I speak this day
as the rain falls on the ground
and the new grass seed grows
faster than our acceptance in
this new land we struggled to
leaving so much of ourselves
along the shoreline as we ran...
for whom do I speak this day
when like so many other days we
thought more than we should have,
asking for more than we needed
just because we were new and
knew no better... still, it was not
so strange to have strangers take
us in and care for us, so that we
could die here with a little dignity.
April 28, 2023
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