Sic Semper Alienus
Leaders with crosses swinging from their neck, swing Scripture like an executioner’s blade “Thus always the immigrant.” Do you not know my Jesus was a baby whose family had to flee? refugees in a foreign land, as written in the prophecy I’ve spoken with the mothers you hate Sat on the other side of the phone while well-meaning parents cry for their families, cry for their legacy, cry for the seeds they won’t have a chance to sow while the strings of their dreams slip through their fingers, and woe becomes the garment they put on daily. “Thus always the immigrant.” Don’t you see the blade in your hand Is slitting the roots of your own family tree? Lady Liberty once welcomed English and German and Irish and Swede, but wouldn't you like her to forget how our ancestors were once the empty-pocketed, eyes full of dreams? Now you beg her to spit on brown skin and brown e...