The poem below came to me while watching the report (at the highlighted link) by
Democracy Now of the latest anti-human atrocities committed by the Trump Administration at the southern border. It's difficult to imagine understanding this is the right way to treat people who need help. But it is the way the United States has decided to treat these people. As I think about the lack of response from the American People it almost seems as if a spell has been cast keeping them from demanding an end to this anti-human behavior in their name. We the American People are better than this, at least I think so...I hope so.
This institutionalized inhumanity denies any claim to Christianity. I've written a number of poems on the topic.
Here's a couple of them "The Oasis Is Off Limits" and "The Death Of Love".
Enjoy the poem I wrote this morning. Pass it on if you so desire.
Merry Christmas
From Uncle Sam and Aunt Kirstjen
The lines of so
many people, a ragamuffin bunch,
rags are all they
have to their name except their faces,
fearful eyes, empty
stomachs, weary legs and their hope that tomorrow they will have food to eat
and a place to
sleep…
lines of fathers,
mothers, aunts, uncles, nieces,
children in arms
and hand in hand
Meanwhile in
Washington Kirstjen Nielsen,
while she was
watching over them.
Her job is to keep
us safe from ragamuffin ruffians
and it's
distressing
that the people
just don't understand
that there's a wall
yet to make
before America is great.
© David H. Roche
2018
(note last line of poem added)