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Thieves On Borrowed Land

written by: Linda M. Crate



as i hear about
two-year-olds without diapers,
and children with lice
without the adequate protections
of hygiene and toothbrushes
my heart shatters;
it's not bad enough that they keep
them locked away
like wild animals?
is it not bad enough to be ripped from the arms
of the people who loved them enough to
try to seek a better life?
and they try to justify this evil,
insist it's the fault of the parents;
utter something about illegal aliens
as if they didn't force the natives off their own lands
for all the kindness they were given leaving
the countries that once oppressed their ancestors—
who are we to decide who is legal,
and who isn't?
we are thieves living on stolen land,
the only ones that originally were here were native Americans;
yet they did not send us back home—
so who are you to deny these families or these children
basic human decency, who are you to play gods when you are but men?
anyone who can turn a blind eye to the evils of this situation
is just as evil as the ones committing these atrocities.

Linda M. Crate

Linda M. Crate

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has three published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. The third of the seven book series Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016. Her novel Corvids & Magic was published March 2017.
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