Pondering a Desert, a Proposed Wall and Skeletons, Not a Poem
a walk through the organ pipe
cactus fields along
a contentious boundary
a place called Mexico on one side,
a collection of semi-independent States
on the other
Barrels of water with spigots
preaching survival
placed at intervals by
good samaritans
hoards of armed guards
roving in every mechanized
contraption imaginable
illegal immigrant skeletons
are collected frequently,
four in the last few days
within a ten mile radius of where
I sit, comfortable and secure,
well-coffeed, well-fed and complacent.
What inspires people to attempt
crossing a very hostile environment
with slim chance of survival
to reach a place where folks
seem so unhappy and fearful?
Why are the unhappy and fearful,
extremely blessed, well-coffeed,
well-fed and complacent people
so resistant to helping folks
risking their lives in such a fashion?
Copyright © Lim'Rik Flats | Year Posted 2017
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