In a small dingy they come in, reeling,
seeming only as asylum cases.
Wondering if their lives have meaning,
they are running in separate races.
Each of them was born on the starting line;
No time to take a second to breathe.
Rejected by selfish states screaming ‘mine’
for their faith, they are only asked to leave.
Was coming here really their decision?
As we fight overseas for good and right,
privilege mutely distorts our vision.
At home when real duty calls, we take flight.
Should we allow them in and take their side?
Or, in this trial should we cover and hide?
Tessca Almeida ’18