Caravan
I am walking
Thousands of miles
Towards a hope
That I know hates me
In weary arms
I carry my world
On my shoulders
I carry my dreams
On my hip I carry my legacy
I carry them
Hungry
Tired
Afraid
Confused
I carry them
From certain death
From daughters
Ripped from beds
Raped and forced into prostitution
Sons ripped from beds
Forced to murder
their friends
their family
I have nothing
But the knowledge
That if I make it to
America
Where I will be hated
Denigrated
Work jobs no one else wants
Often not get paid
Live in shadows
Become invisible
Never to return
At least
At least
At least
My babies will be alive
I want nothing from you
But to work
To sleep on streets
That aren’t flooded with soldiers
I will accept your hate
Your ignorance
Your disgust
In exchange for the lives of my children
Maybe they will
Contribute like all the immigrants before us
Who make your country
All that you worship
Your music
Your movies
Your food
Your culture
Your way of life
You owe to an immigrant
Even your precious president
I know what they won’t grow up to be
An elder killer
Children slayer
Mass shooter
That’s a job held by Christian white men
So I will walk
Across countries
With blistered feet
Towards the gates of hell
Into the arms of hate
To make a deal with the devils
To save the lives of my children
Wouldn’t you
Would your Christ
Build A Wall
Or Walk with a Caravan
Originally posted November 5, 2018.
