In the reluctant church of hospitality,
Where echoes of empire deafen the crowd,
Promises of liberty, justice, freedom,
Are signed by the hands of the just and the proud.

The invisible mass silently flooding,
Stealthily sneaking by sea and by air,
The fever of fear contagiously spreading,
Like a wild fire victim to impotent stare.

In the bitter refuge of sanctuary,
Where echoes of torture mumble mute pleas,
Gagged fear awaits asylum in a letter,
Carried on freedom’s reluctant breeze.

submitted to ‘Enhancing Learning in the Social Sciences’ for November 2010′

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