Your winters have surprised us, though the coldness of your hearts is legend.
You cannot make us leave; you will not.
This was no elective pilgrimage; we’ve been abandoned at sea and trudged miles to escape persecution for our race, our heritage.
Poverty and hunger has stalked us like a wolf through the forest; your indifference is as nothing to us now.
Chance – not justice – placed us in our country at birth, and you in yours.
We have only one life, for God’s sake; is it so arrogantly presumptuous of us to wish to live as you do?
I’m not expressing any kind of political or social conviction here; I’m disinclined to use this forum for such a complex issue. It’s simply an attempt to “walk a hundred words in someone else’s shoes”. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Someone has to do it, and I can think of no better, more dedicated person for the task. Long may you reign, Rochelle. 🙂 And thanks for choosing my photo this week.