dedicated to Innocent Empi
Reflected back himself; drawn, dirty, desolate.
Human contraband smuggled across borders
found the City of Sanctuary, safety?
Physical scars hidden by clothes, seared
into place and criss crossed through his mind.
New scars now, safety must be justified.
Whiplashed questions crack through the air:
Yes I have someone to support me.
Yes I understand I may not claim benefits.
Yes I know I cannot work until you have given me the right to stay.
Please let me stay, do not return me.
Liar, liar, pants on fire, go back, the decree.
One last chance, Liberty assessed, case closed
no apology given, just, okay you may stay.
Immigration employed; many debts left to repay.
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