They travel by foot with children in tow.
Across entire countries to reach for a dream
a dream of hope where they can live in peace
a dream where goon aren’t knocking down doors
a dream where police protect the innocent and don’t work for the thugs
a dream of a new beginning
In the scorching heat they come
in the pouring rain and the mud they walk
Amidst the threats of hatred and disgust
Amidst the voices that say your are not welcome
From the wealthy they hear “you are a threat,
you only seek a handout, welfare, a free ride
From super patriots they hear
you only want our jobs
you are too brown
too poor
to uneducated
We were hear first
the door is shut
the door is guarded
Yet they keep walking
hoping against hope
hoping for a better life for their children
where they don’t see death in the streets
where they are not bought and sold like cattle
They come with a belief in humanity
that people won’t be cruel
that people won’t harden their hearts
And we wait for them
some putting barbed wire on the boarder
some carrying guns to take care of the problem
But they come almost as if were a divine call to escape the evil seeking them
to continue hoping against hope that when they get here
the people will take seriously the words they once looked to with pride
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores send these, the homeless, tempest tossed to me, I life my lamp beside the golden door.”
Those on the south side of the fence say those words with tears of hope
Those on the north side say them as if they were a curse
I guess how the words are viewed depends if you have ever been on the outside looking in.