Asylum
Newcomer stood in front of the clerk who
staring in the eyes of the young man
stamped his passport allowing him in
the country, he could go chase his dream
such was his opportunity in his new
motherland, such things were normal
in the twentieth century when an affluent
country could buy out the productive years
of other countries’ citizens, occasional
wars instigated by the rich were
the fruitful means used in those days and
today as the newcomer looked at
the clerk and wondered how
he evaluated the young asylum seeker.
Yet the stern eyes of the clerk underscored
the fact that the newcomer was of inferior
quality, one that could be bought wasn’t
worthy much else, one could simply be used
for the rest of his immigrant life, one
could be looked down for the rest of
his life in the comfort of rich new lands
Libros Libertad 