Why do we go without eating,
Sitting here in plastic seating?
Waiting for our futures to unfold...
We are here at Immigration,
It’s our new way station
Where it is dingy, plastic, grey and cold...
Contrasting with our warm, clean souls,
We are waiting here while they dole
Out peoples’ lives, welcoming them to the fold
Or telling them that their Dream
Cannot be, for it is they who deem
The future that cannot be foretold...
Karl Stuart Kline
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-5-waiting-at-i-n-s-3-22-2001/
