At America’s Door

In distress, they come, a people in flight,
Their dreams laid bare beneath the moonlit night.
The border, a threshold, a harrowing plight,
I see their struggle, their will to fight.

Oh, weary souls, I feel your pain,
Your whispered prayers, your silent refrain.
You’ve braved the rivers, the scorching terrain,
In search of a future, so much to gain.

Their eyes, a window to stories untold,
Of violence and hunger, a life so cold.
They’ve left behind the world they’ve known,
Their hearts set on a land to call their own.

Is their fate to be shunned and turned away,
From the home of the brave, the land of the free?
Should their cries for help fall on deaf ears?
Are our hearts hardened, consumed by fears?

What is this liberty that we so proudly claim,
If we close our doors, and let injustice reign?
Are we to watch as their hopes are shattered,
As our fellow man is left to be battered?

Embrace them, America, as your own,
For within your walls, they’ve sought a home.
From many, we are one, let us unite,
To lift the weary, to do what’s right.

Meliorate their plight, lend a helping hand,
Let compassion, not prejudice, take a stand.
Their dreams are but a reflection of our own,
In their eyes, our ancestors are shown.

Let our borders embody a promise of hope,
A beacon to those who seek to cope.
For as we embrace the immigrant's stride,
Our nation's heart grows ever more wide.