of humans seeking better lives, liberty, to taste
freedom, asking only workman’s wages.
They flee to us with wicked problems,
bringing constantly changing confusion,
due to undefinable inequalities of states.
By coercion or consent, trusting snakeheads,
coyotes, or polleros; at great cost and risk,
begging asylum from worse.
We pick them up, send them back;
our failed fences, blank walls.
WTF is beautiful about that?
Look both ways and “Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too.”
Mind the gaps on the high road of morality.