Dear France

by Jeff Rainwater28 January, 2017, in Buffalo, Wyoming

Take her back.
Box her up.
Send her across the sea.
We don’t deserve her
Perhaps we were
What you dreamed.
It’s not just Trump,
A singular viIlain.
Nor MusIims
The sole recipients
Of disdain.
Irish, Italians,
Africans, Jews,
Almost every color
And ev’ry creed,
Those who came before,
Some who followed after,
Images of God All,
Were diminished
And denied
The hope written
At her feet.
So many,
Too many,
Hold markers
Against her promise
A Democrat locked up
A Republican shut out
You would think
We would learn.
This was to become
The land of the free;
Home of the brave.
Courage means risk.
An open door
Is Fearless.
Not so a closed fist.
We have been
In other lands.
Yet sometimes
At home.
So take her back.
We will understand.
Such a lady
deserves better
than us.

“Give me your tired,
Your poor,
Your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse
Of your teeming shore
send these, the homeless,
tempest-tossed to me,
I lift up my lamp
beside the golden door!”
– Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island