“They’re stealing our jobs”
They say
“everyone is equal”
Then they turn and look away

Why do we decide
Who to help
And to let die
Based on whether
Which side of the border
They may lie

For what if we lay dying
Blood seeping from our wounds
In the distance, children crying
And help just turns around.

We try to pretend they’re not innocents
Fleeing from a war
But all these “evil” immigrants
Are desperate to the core