"They’re from another country."
"But… they’re people too, aren’t they?"
"Yeah, but not our people."

MoonDusk

Human

At the end of the day, we are all humans. We laugh, we cry, we bleed the same.

The poem gives 2 different perspectives and many possible outcomes. Well done

You've captured the vision of those who will remain nameless.

That last line, I've heard it from an  old friend I seldom speak to now.

I cannot see that the sort of people who order roundups of their fellow humans are, well, my sort of people at all.