Down a one-way street
Right past a beautiful past;
Instead of stopping to greet,
Flags go half mast.
Instead of setting sail
For an unknown bounty,
Gathering dust in jail
Sit cups of frigid, cold tea.
A map is covered in laugh lines
Of destinations known as unknown.
The border police hand out fines
As angry bombs are flown.
Right past eyes of indifference
A “we” and larger “We” are defiant;
Trading love-letters of hate and resistance.
It’s tragic how skin and bones are pliant.
sameseem 2015