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
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