As he stands in the airport queue,
Thumbing through his
Little book of stamps, seals and bio-metric signatures
That proclaims his nativity
From such and such a land,
And marks his appearance
As of such and such a height
With such and such a visible mark on his face,
Of such and such parentage …
He knows that none of it matters
As he stands knocking at the gates of a country
For the furrows on his brow
And his near-empty wallet
Have condemned him to
Remain
A citizen of the united nations of migrants
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC
As he stands in the airport queue,
Thumbing through his
Little book of stamps, seals and bio-metric signatures
That proclaims his nativity
From such and such a land,
And marks his appearance
As of such and such a height
With such and such a visible mark on his face,
Of such and such parentage …
He knows that none of it matters
As he stands knocking at the gates of a country
For the furrows on his brow
And his near-empty wallet
Have condemned him to
Remain
A citizen of the united nations of migrants