The Immigrant by Beverly Dale
Beseeching on behalf of their children
To the stranger who could be a neighbor,
“Have you no safe place for us?”
Home is no longer an option.
But neighbors choose to be strangers and turn away,
There is no room in the inn.
Holding empty hands and despairing hearts
They bear no gifts or food or hope.
"Have you no safe place for us?"
To escape what was, to build what could be,
Dreaming, hoping, and waiting.
But there is no room at the inn.
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