Haunted by the heartache of the migrant crisis
A father and his daughter dead.
Her arm wrapped ’round his neck.
The image breaks my heart and yours as well.
The crisis at our border
renders chaos by the day.
We must confront this senseless living hell.
Refugees and immigrants
head north with hopes and dreams
without regard for what our laws allow.
They long for freedoms we hold dear
denied them in their land.
They migrate just like cattle. Holy cow!
But we can’t simply let them in
without a plan in place.
The life they long for rests on laws and rules.
We must be firm, yet find a way
to honor those in need
while keeping out the criminals and fools.