The chubby woman in a blue Pontiac
Jerked up alongside our country’s curb
Where members of conflicted rallies stepped
Placarding decision street disturbed
In modern planned parents' hood.
One protester crossed our line, the divide
To ask this distraught lady, "What do you need?"
Bordering near to hysterical, she yelled,
“You’re wrong!” her face taut and
Yanked back from that walled cleft.
With drowning eyes, she leaned over and shouted,
“I wish I’d never been born.”
So much for refugee'd ‘boarders’
And humans backwards wet with rivers
Walled out from so many of the rest of us.
Then that woman jammed her shift's gear
And sped away, not even glancing over
At Trump's build that wall or down
To her remaining little child next to her,
Confused, afraid, and missing her seat belt.
in Unlikely Stories IV
in different form
Posted by Daniel Wilcox at 9:19 AM
Labels: abortion, ambiguity, borders, Build the Wall, confused, criminals, debacle, El Paso, immigration, immoral, planned parenhood, political, protesters, rivers, Trump rallies, U.S. First, unequal, unjust