Not enraptured. Palestinians. Israelis.
Is it the latter or the former who need a homeland? Yes.
Carolina Wrens. House Wrens.
Is it the latter or the former who need a territory in which to thrive?
Yes again. & really thrive, not just until the rapture
where Only Certain Ones make it.
My Zionist Great Uncle Max Nigrosh wouldn’t like the barbed wiring
that’s going on around the land he sent his treasure to.
Eloquent & sturdy kids are signs of hope.
A renewed energy for the moral & physical health of our country.
We need signs, just like the 1st Peoples who breathed a sigh of relief
when they heard Wood Frogs quack-quacking,
watched Mourning Cloaks flutter out from under the loose bark of the Hickory,
spied the bright red & yellow epaulets of returning Redwing Blackbirds:
signals that a tough winter was over.
Please look after these tired, hungry, scared humans,
or if you’re Michael Bond? Bear.
& whether you’re from Darkest Peru (Paddington) or Syria,
hope that a kind Mrs. Brown shows up in your life to take you home.
Such were the author’s thoughts as he watched evacuee kids
during the Blitz, labels around their necks,
all their worldly goods in a tiny pack;
“there’s nothing sadder than a refugee.”
So, Mr. PFN*? Please?
*PFN = President For Now