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A Nonfiction Poem They Will Try to Deconstruct

    Frequent visitors to this site will have noticed that although a YouTube video of me reading my poem, "Refugee Travelers" could be viewed here for several days, after that it was made "private" so that no one could watch it. I did not do this. I can only conclude that either someone got in to my web hosting account or got in to my YouTube account and changed the setting.

    I will now reproduce the poem which was censored here.  

 

     Refugee Travelers

 

Refugee travelers, making your perilous journeys,
Fleeing the 30 wars raging on our planet,
Or persecution in your home country,
Desperately vulnerable to traffickers in human beings…
To coyotes of all sorts:
I read the news but still do not know
How many of your bodies lie in the desert
Between my country and Mexico
Near a virtual ,“ electronic border wall.
Will there soon be predator drones
Shooting at you from the sky?
Do you have enough water?
Do my countrymen treat you in a cruel or inhuman manner?
Do you think our streets are paved with gold?
My country has allowed things to happen to me
Which should happen to no human being;
You are my kin.
Why are so many of my countrymen
Unable to imagine themselves
Sharing your plight?