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    WHAT OUR WALL WILL SAY TO THE WORLD

     

    America never needed a wall before

    the nobility of Her mission was clear

    once they saw the torch

    and felt its warmth

    in welcoming them

    to Her shores

     

     

    We never needed a wall before

    Because

    we remembered

    where we came from

    honoring the courageous ones

    who put on their best suits

    packed all of their possessions

    into satchels big and small

    a pair of worn boots in a bag

    a pig in a pocketbook

     

     

    We never needed a wall before

    because we weren’t snobs

    we all worked the lowest jobs

    to get our worn out boots

    in the door we started

    on the floor

     

     

    We never needed a wall before

    but the snobs

    calling for the wall

    want

    the whole world to know

    that these United States

    are as exclusive a

    Country Club

    as Mar-a-Logo

    they want us to know

    that we are not welcome

    to join

    that we will never

    play golf or

    eat puff pastries

    there

     

     

    If we are lucky

    we will be hired

    by

    the president’s companies

    to peel potatoes in

    the basement

    and wash the pubic hair

    out of

    the white house linens

     

     

    The wall will tell us

    that we are less than

    the wall will teach us

    our place

    the wall rescinds

    Lady Liberty’s invitation

    Symbolizes

    our fall from

    grace

     

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    RECIPE FOR COMMUNITY

     

    When raw vegetables

    are added to

    the soup pot

    each stands

    hard and separate

    with their unique flavors

    locked deep in

    side

    but

    when water is added

    and they all soak

    together

    their hardness

    begins to soften

    and their flavors

    begin to seep

    and when heat is added

    and they all boil

    together

    their entire structure

    changes

    and their flavors

    begin to blend

    until the other

    is transformed

    to brother

     

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    NOT ALIENS AT ALL

     

    Why do we call them aliens

    those who work among us

    everyday

    those who pick the grapes

    for our table wines

    and harvest the corn

    for our corn-syrup-based culture

    Why do we see them as other

    our brothers and sisters

    who, like ourselves,

    live to provide their children

    with an easier life

    than they had

    Why do we alienate

    the ones who believe

    in our American Dream

    more than we do

    Why do we call them aliens

    when, like ourselves,

    all they want

    at the end of hard day

    of back-breaking work

    is a cold beer

    as they thank God

    for the peaceful sleep

    of their children

    rejoicing in the snores

    of their full bellies

    and safety from war

    Why do we think

    they are so different from us

    the “aliens”

    that we bully, harass and cheat

    out of fair wages

    and fair treatment

    in a country

    that prides itself

    on liberty and justice

    for all

    why don’t we ever

    take a walk

    in their well-worn shoes

    to feel the stress

    of what it’s like

    to not be welcome

    anywhere

    those who live

    moment to moment

    and crop to crop

    why don’t we imagine

    what the magic of shade

    on a blistering sunny day

    might feel like

    to those who have

    nothing

    but the clothes on their backs

    those who appreciate

    cool rain

    on their scorched necks

    and the smallest reprieve

    from back-breaking work

    why is it

    that we can’t relate

    to the miracle

    of a cold beer’s refreshment

    “cerveza”

    in a life

    filled with

    never-ending labor

    there are no weekends

    no time and a half

    for overtime

    no health care benefits

    no cozy cottages

    in the suburbs

    just work

    and more work

     

    About The Author

    Denise Bulger

    Denise Bulger is a 58-year-old writer from Auburn, NY.