the immigrant

Yellow haze (reminiscent of yesterday: its dreams, demands, advances)

Drifting over half the states like some hostage blindfold

 

There are humans and there are humans: none greater, none less

Each trying for a leg up in some giant middle school relay race

 

A hundred years earlier the irish were esteemed as coal-crackers and blacks as niggers

A hundred years later and thank god for loving your neighbor

 

Except those south of the border

We stand united against the minority

 

Wipe your glasses and say your prayers; they aren't heroes and we aren't villains

So lift your lamp for the poor, the desperate, the sighing: the immigrant