The refugee comes here with high hopes and in desperate need. Furthermore, a child refugee is the most impressionable of people. If they are welcomed here, they can become a part of our country and make a lasting contribution.
Two questions must then be posed. If not here, where then will the child go? And what will the child become? If they go back to their war torn home, they may become the very terrorists we fear. Our national security is not improved if we are creating more enemies.
He came to my porch with a gift
He knocked but there was no answer
He came from a violent land
He came for a helping hand
I didn't want to talk to a stranger
I didn't want to know who he was
I dared not answer the door
For I feared what he was here for
He went back to his old home
Impressionable but with no hope
They took him in the darkest of night
They taught him to hate and to fight
This boy who once had a future
Standing again at my door
He didn't knock this time around
He busted the front door down
I looked him straight in his eyes
Now hatred was all I could see
But if I had let him in earlier
What type of man could he be?
I looked him straight in his eyes
Now hatred was all I could see
But if I had let him in earlier
What type of man could he be?