Fingers reaching through a chain-link fence.
just a breath away,
A glimpse away,
a taste away from freedom.
Across the barbed wire, searching the faces, searching their hearts.
The desperation in your eyes, in your soul.
Are you human?
Are you man?
Are you of a kind?
Is there not flesh on your bones? A beat in your heart? Clothes on your back?
If not me, take my kids.
Food in their bellies, and a future of choice. Dreams to be had, and arms to hold?
You can call me out, let me call this home.