Alien Man

Alien
Man,
With
The
Alien
Face.

From
Across
The sea
Or out
Of space?

From the
Comfort
Of our
Western
Homes,
We gorge
Ourselves
Upon
Cheesecakes
And pies;
Sipping
Our lattes
On a
Sunday
Afternoon.

As plumes
Of smoke
Billow
From the
Burning
Lands,
The
Churning
Lands.

Columns
Of smoke
Rising
Towards
The
Marbled
Sky,like
Some
Ancient
Pillaged
And
Abandoned
Temple
Wreathed
In ivy.

As the
Janjaweed,
And the
Mujahideen
Plunder and
Pillage their
Brothers'
Lands;the
Dry and
Empty
Lands.

Driving
The
Crying
Women
And
Children
Into the
Sea.

On
Leaky
Creaky
Boats;
Traveling
To foreign
Shores;
To detention
Camps or
Behind
Cold
Bars.

In
Rags,
The
Melancholy
Child clings
To the wire
Fence with
Teardrops
Trickling
Down his
Cheeks;
Wondering
At the
Frowning
And hate
Filled faces,
Instead of
Playing with
Children in
The sand.

Are we
So different
You and I,
That you
Should be
Burdened
So?

My alien 
Brother
From
Another
Land.

Alien
Man,
With
The
Alien
Face.

From
Across
The sea
Or out
Of space?

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios