People leave their war torn country in search of a better life. Like Locust they migrate from there to here. Under the shadow of laws that are meant to keep order, yet are ignored in the name of profit. Many are innocent, but some are vile. Discerning between sometimes takes a while. Once the people have been sifted in and put in their little box, then it is back from where you came or into a cell with you. All hope is dashed for a while, until someone with more reason comes along. Then the cycle begins again, the shadow of the law is ignored for a while and a perpetual cycle revolves with no clear answer to the question of what exactly is right?