A Multitude from far across the sea

A multitude from far across the sea
is begging to be lent a helping hand
and asking if we’ll share with them this land
They claim that from their nations they must flee

“They pose a risk, they’re not like you and me,
so send them back into their desert sand
for with them, won’t this country be less grand?”
is what the leader says with pompous glee

with thoughts that they are safe, a nation sleeps
while those who live in torment have to wait
not knowing if they’ll ever have a home
or if their fate is to forever roam
on earth, it seems, that none care of their fate
above, though, heaven trembles as God weeps


a Petrarchan Sonnet for the Daily Post. Prompt word today is tremble

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