Occasionally I write a poem I become very found of. The following is a political poem about asylum seeker and refugees, inspired by the argument presented in Capernaum.
Sanctuary
I am no one,
I matter to none.
They bomb my house
My country is like an outhouse,
Full of shit.
It’s split.
At the seams where people tear,
Each other apart without care.
The soldiers shoot the innocent.
War is their sad little instrument.
They play an tune of death,
And sell large amounts of meth.
I want a better life,
Away from all this strife.
One where I can actually live past ten.
One where I can play again.
One where I don’t live in fear,
Where imagination is my only frontier.
I want to live.
These “refugees” take our jobs.
I don’t really feel a need to sob.
Who are they to steal the American dream?
They all just want to sit around and eat ice cream.
They are lazy,
And their “truths” are all so hazy.
How am I supposed to sell a house?
I’m caught in a political trap like a mouse.
Ah, I’ve got it!
Parent with child, make em’ split.
Asylum seekers at my gate
I’ll disseminate hate.
“Build that wall!” I’ll yell.
Then we’ll throw them all in a cell.
I had this notion,
That I would one day swim in an ocean.
Drifting carelessly in the water
Away from all the manslaughter.
I would be free,
My life long and lengthy.
Instead in live nowhere.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
I am an afterthought,
Just waiting to be shot.
You are the worst.
America First.