Other Side of the Wire

It’s been the longest trek,

with our motley crew a wreck.

A journey of a lifetime,

bodies dirty and caked in grime.

Walked all this way to make a statement,

hoping that our desperate state finds abatement.

There is no future back where we’re from,

back there we're just seen as scum.

We’re the young, the old, and the bold,

"go back where you came from," we were told.

Now finally we’ve made it to the wire,

though we sometimes wondered if we’d expire.

Fall to our deaths on the path of freedom sweet,

by the torturous elements we may have been beat.

Now, finally we’ve made it all this way,

only to be told that we cannot stay.

In the home of the free we cannot be,

what other options are there, none we see.