They’re Not Ours, Are They?

They are not ours, are they? So why should we care?

Watch them, huddled together, tear stained cheeks and reddened eyes full of fear and pain…but then you think, they aren’t ours, are they?

Feel their fear, their worry, their sadness. See them look around frantically for their parents, wondering who will care for them now. But again, that thought: they aren’t ours, are they?

Stand aside and whisper to your friends, “If they only had come here legally…” because they aren’t ours, are they?

Sit at your table and look at your children and smile, secure in the fact that you are safe, they are safe. Go to your churches and worship at the altar of peace and brotherly love, then cast your eyes askance at those who are different, foreign… silent judgement on your lips and heart. They aren’t like me. If only they had come here legally…..

” Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. ” What ever happened to brotherly love? What ever happened to helping those who can’t help themselves? What ever happened to compassion?

It has been lost….lost to nationalist rhetoric, to unnecessary pride, to hate, to ego. It has been lost….and the righteous fight to regain all that has been lost has only just begun.