The Border
The Border
The southern border
The migrants stood
There is no order
Too risky for migrants and no food
Buses of migrants enter
Where do they go?
A song is sung by an ascentor
Politicians are not in the know
Thousands come
No plan in place
Politicians decide
Failed decisions they must face
Copyright © Lynn D. | Year Posted 2022
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