ELEGY Poem: An Elegy for the Mother of Exiles, by Samantha Smith

give me your tired
the children are dying-
blood stains on linoleum, light-up velcro shoes,
small hands covered by soot, buried under rubble-
given a promise of refuge only God kept

your poor
twice forsaken land of freedom-
betrayed by complacency, corruption, cowardice,
democracy was packaged for profit-
sold by the few at the expense of the many

your huddled masses
tinfoil blankets redolent of yellow stars-
fences and camps to contain and erase,
remembrance vowed, abandoned in less than a century-
renewed meaning of alienation

yearning to breathe free
the exequies of life, liberty, pursuit of happiness-
repressors of independence raise their glasses
for the oppressed to fill on bruised heels-
the wicked are not the only ones who refuse to rest
imprisoned lightning

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest