Even the thought that
A mother would send their child off to a
New life, suggests something dismal afloat
She cried, there were three
One gone, the second pray watch over his brother
Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras
These are the three
Bound to be on the buses
This is my land, of milk and honey
Giving a shout out about the Trinity
She cried, ‘we have a right
To protect ourselves’
Illegal, alien children in my sleepy town
It’s been shoved down our throat
Even the thought that
A mother would send their child off
Suggests something dismal afloat.
Comments
Hi there!
An interesting theme and word flow.Pray tell, where did you get the idea for this piece?
Alid
Hi
Alid,
Thank you for commenting. My spur was the current influx of immigrant children at my state's southern border.
There are diverse opinions on this occurrence; looking at both sides, this poem came together one night last month.
A difficult theme, here!
Being an older American, I have acquired many biases over the years, and people swarming into our country without so much as a "By your leave" is one of them! What happened to the days when immigrants came here
the old fashioned way and applied for citizenship? Oh well, guess I'm being politically incorrect again! LOL!! I have to say, though, you did well on this, and I look forward to seeing more of your work!
immigration
Lonnie,
Thank you for your response. Yes, the shift/opposition between mothers concerned about the well-being of their children--it's not flattering of the latter.
This poem was written more from a humanitarian perspective than a political one. Agree with your thoughts on immigration as a civil/legal process.
Thanks for welcoming me. Looking forward to reading poetry here--Gloria