January 29, 2017 - Comments Off on Tears in my eyes

Tears in my eyes

There are tears in my eyes,
yet I’m too afraid to cry.

as they well up, I put
my mind against them.

I cross my strong arms,
and build a wall.

Why?

I am scared of what
the tears will say.

That I am
weak,
pathetic,
emotional,
un-american,
not in control.

But,

I am none of these things,
these are alternative facts.

Tears must be
left to run,
to fall,
and
drop.

Tears uncover truth,
and expose empathy.

In allowing myself to
feel the pain of the other,
the strength of their resolve,
persistance in calamity,
hope in tragedy.

I am human,
just as them.

So put things in place,
applications, interrogation,
and backgrounds checks.

But not a wall.

Don’t deny those who’ve
jumped through hoops,
crossed their t’s
and dotted countless i’s.

Stop.

Soften your strong arms,
and take down biased walls.

Be Justice.
Be Peace.
Be Hope.

For this is America.
And it is ours.

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When I think about the current situation, I continue to retire to the words graven in stone, at the feet of, our Lady Liberty,

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

And I wonder what we have to lose with this inciteful rhetoric coming from the Oval Office?
I would assume laws cannot be breached as the courts act as our balance. The orders though, have become more brazen, the interpretations more muddy, and repercussions felt globally. It seems we may have a lot more to lose then we may have thought.

Which means Lady Justice may have to raise her sword and actually do some work over the next four years.

*From "The New Colossus" an 1883 Emma Lazarus poem quoted on the Statue of Liberty.

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Also this, please take 5 minutes to listen to Sir Ian McKellen quote some Shakespearre… which is quite interesting, as we as humans have always had to deal with the fear of “strangers in our land”:

Published by: samuel in Prose

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