I look out of the mesh
Out of the cage
and I do not see my mother
and I do not see my father.
We are so many here
I smell the stench of fear
I hear the low hum of hopelessness
We came for refuge
. Where is it?
I wrote this poem on June 18th and put it in line to appear on July 4th. When you read this, Zero Tolerance may have been reversed. If not, we all have work to do.
[It has, but only somewhat, and we still have work to do.]
As usual, I always love your poetry! Miss you, friend!