Your life, is all you can really know
But what of other lives, other worlds

Take a piece, of the unknown world
Know life in details, the other knows

Walk a mile, in any other’s shoes
Hold to hope, while in deep blues

Drift across blue seas in their boat
Sense the slaughter of a meal goat

Ride their camel across the sands
Run from danger with waving hands

Take a look into stranger places
Feel rain striking all uplifted faces

Face the death of daughter or son
Or face the death of any loved one

Know all the agony and despair
Of a life without hope of breath’s air

Suffer the pain of the torn mind
Feel the want of the unloved kind

Glory in the love of the lost forlorn
Cherish thoughts of the freshly born

Take the mind of the loving divine
Love all, knowing all love is mine



©  2017 Jim Davis

Oh that I had wings of a DOVE, for then
           I would fly away and be at rest!
“They came here to get away from false promises,
From dictators in their neighborhoods,
When they wanted to they would arrest them,  
Hope was to leave the violence and endeavor a new life,

They no longer wanted fear for their families,    
Not much different here migrant intensification within,
The doctors don’t care as our bodies decay,
Our minds deteriorate we learn nothing of value,

Our lives don’t get better our spirit fails quickly,
Our cages is crisscrossed with tattered clothing,
Clothing we have hung or lying below on dirt floor,  
There are no blankets or heat for warmth,

Maybe I would have been better off in my Country,
I ask a man next to me if he could spare some soap,
I look down and see new immigrants coming in,
Mattresses rolled up and on their shoulders,

New migrants coming in looking around wondering,  
Each with the same dream in their hearts,
Thinking they’ll get a chance here change their lives,
As they came in they wonder as did I but in the end,
Our phrase would be what GOOD am I NOW
Just a migrant in a cage?
By Andrew Guzaldo © 09/24/2019 #166