On These Far Shores - Poem by James McLain
As to why they come to our far shores,
no one tells U.S. why that some must die.
If we do not keep our brothers down,
our sisters then can show their children how.
Do not blame a God for what you will not do,
that is not right.
When a God is all that you will give the poor
to feed their hungry souls.
A person that will take your life that takes
their own would end the world.
Such hate can only end when those whom
won't can show them how.
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