I wrote this poem tonight, in rapid response to Trump’s barbaric and bizarre “national emergency” policy (or whatever it is). I haven’t stopped crying at any point in the last twenty minutes.
I hope you appreciate it.
Rhyme or Reason
We live in a state of emergency,
A state of paranoia, of burdening the refugee,
Of shutting doors on those who long to be free,
Of rising evil and decreasing empathy…
But without refugees, where would we be?
Who are we without the solemn serenity
Of Latin hymn and German symphony,
Arabic prayer and Jewish nativity?
Why can’t the top brass in this country see
The lack of rhyme or reason in their policy?
This war on immigrants makes zero sense to me,
Because each culture is part of a tapestry.
All those who flee war deserve our sympathy,
Because we make our homes out of affinity,
Out of the shared goods between You and Me.
Plus, every human life has sanctity,
Not just those blessed with wealth and productivity…
So I decry the rude barbarity
Of any policy that sunders me
From Spanish guitar and Cuban melody,
From Sanskrit texts that bow before Infinity,
And from my friends’ bodily integrity.
Intensive reading in theology
And years of good “progressive” liturgy
Show me the following priority:
I stand with those who need my empathy,
Because each person is my family.
If ICE would like my friends, they have to come through me.