Untitled angst
If not for nations
coming to my own doorstep,
I’d never know them.
I’d never have seen
they’re here to feed me the food
that comforts their souls.
I’d never have seen
they’re here to make my home both
strong and welcoming.
They’re here to make us
kinder. Gentler. Here to make
their own lives better,
but also the lives
of all those who welcomed them,
and those who didn’t.
I want to save them
from the strangling hands of this
administration.
If not for Donald,
would Vance, Rubio, Musk, Noem,
and all the others
be so emboldened
to heartless vindictiveness
and mercilessness?
If not for clear signs
from history (you know which),
one might never know.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
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