Why do we go without eating, <br />Sitting here in plastic seating? <br /> <br />Waiting for our futures to unfold... <br /> <br />We are here at Immigration, <br />It’s our new way station <br /> <br />Where it is dingy, plastic, grey and cold... <br /> <br />Contrasting with our warm, clean souls, <br />We are waiting here while they dole <br /> <br />Out peoples’ lives, welcoming them to the fold <br /> <br />Or telling them that their Dream <br />Cannot be, for it is they who deem <br /> <br />The future that cannot be foretold...<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-5-waiting-at-i-n-s-3-22-2001/
