immigrant winter arrives early or late
it matters not...
cold and icy winds prevail,
we ignore the needs of our neighbors
temporarily to take care of our own,
we cooks hot soups and sandwiches
sharing them with the crowds
that linger around homeless shelters,
not looking for work per se
but for warmth and comfort...
we tip the scales of justice to
our advantage, offering a little
peace of mind and reassurance,
tires with chains tear up city streets
public works has no plans to fix,
thawed chickens, overpackaged
for resales lay on the shelves
as illegal immigrants steal them
to trade for fentanyl and children
use to calm their unanswered anxiety.
February 1, 2024
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