This poem is dedicated to those who died in the shootings in El Paso Texas and Dayton Ohio
She stands in the harbor
A tear in her eye
As bullets in El Paso fly.
She stands in the harbor
Her torch a dim light
As nine are murdered in Dayton that night.
She stands in the harbor
Stoic in her pain
As more bullets from guns rain.
Her cities turned to killing fields
Littered with mass shooting’s dead.
The river in the harbor runs blood red.
Citizen against citizen no value for life.
Such hatred for strangers in her land;
Is her country damned?
She can’t stop the killing, but someone must.
When will this hatred be addressed?
“Give us your hungry, your tired, your oppressed.”
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