Written in duplex form for Merril’s “Meeting the Bar” challenge at dVerse poets…
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i don’t recognize my country anymore
my grandparents were immigrants here
now immigrants are grandchildren, here alone
desperately sent for a better life
cannot find better life undocumented
how wrong is it to build wall with gates?
gates in wall might deter child slave traffickers
criminals don’t like standing in line
give water bottles to those standing in line
fewer will die crossing hot desert
coyotes abandon weak crossing dry desert
we must fix immigration issues
why won’t congress fix immigration issues?
they don’t recognize country’s borders
a poem in my pocket 