Coffin Ships

The coffin ships sail, packed to the gills with the desperate,
The homeless; the starving masses.
They seek a new life; a better life, fleeing the ravages of war, famine, and persecution.
Dead bodies wash up on foreign shores,
Bloated children, torn from their mothers arms,
Do we greet them with open arms;
Open hearts or show them the hard face of prejudice,
The might of our guns, and the hatred in our eyes?
Others follow a new Trail of Tears,
Migrating to the reservations we allocate them.
They didn’t create the problem.
We must work to find a solution.