Autumn Child

Photo Piqsels.com — public domain license

autumn child born naked as the season’s trees cradled in a bed of rotting leaves

there’s a border here

and we refuse to let you pass to reach our hoarded bounty of summers past

for you a silver blanket a food parcel a nylon shelter must suffice

and all you have today are desperate eyes but no voice to argue your plight nor the strength for a fight

autumn child we ignore you now and then won’t understand when years from now you’ll be at our borders once more with hatred in your eyes