Immigration, Exodus And Asylum

At one point in time, there's was one country As there's one earth, rainbow and one human race The wind, rain, and snow don't recognize Borders or tiny plots of land that greedy leaders Think they possess. They will always make errors Nobody owns a country, tower, a location or a place As one can only palaver. We can scuttlebutt and dramatize All we want. Earth or this land is owned by nobody This land belongs to all. We are passing by as tourists We are all migrants or immigrants, even the racists Or the parvenues. We are wayfarers, passengers on a boat We own nothing. We own no land, no wind and no float We need to make room for each other. Today is your turn Tomorrow belongs to no one. This is something we must learn. Copyright © June 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.