at the door they stand
for each one of us
blood dripping from their face
the negative slowly rolling,
dripping down their tongue
bruises from a belt on their side
feet bound and hands twisted

do you stand and look at them only?
do you feel hurt for them?
for that part of you that is standing in the doorway
do you bring them in and help them?
or are they beyond your help and they sit and weep

or do you take out your tongue and lash them
do you know they are not good enough for your home?
do you take your knife and slit into their wrists?
call them names and make fun of their weight

You are standing in your door.
what would you do?