“America is a Refuge”
By Cameron Busby
Tuscon, Arizona
A small child holds out a hoping hand,
a crumb of bread,
or even a penny just to be fed
Hoping America is a refuge.
A child weeps over her mother's lifeless body,
the tears streaming down her face
Praying America is a refuge.
A child's torn sock blows in the wind,
as a bomb explodes the tiny sock catches a flame and begins to
burn to ash
Can America be a refuge?
A thirsty father and son seeking shade from the blazing sun,
all they want is a job
and for America to be a refuge.
America can be a refuge for you.
It can be a refuge for me.
I am glad that America is a refuge for all.