Poor And Tired Are The Traveler's Poem by James McLain

Why wherefore have you abandoned your children,
They with open wide eyes, but seek instruction.
Verily unto you, do you even now being unlearned entice them?
Are you not aware that these that are yours, unable
Under the law grant concent, but are able like me sent to prison!
Beware when they say come with U.S. unlike U.S. more and
More in the shadow's they lay in wait, poor and tired a traveler.
Counted the number of this their beasts, tier upon tier, it is there
In these cells they will keep you.
No one wails, no one knows how your kept, without family.
Swallowed up building your next brother and sisters, alive not yet
Dead, dreaming of nightmares, yet while awake.
Unaware that half among you are filled with hate, as no effort it takes
To do what they do, to the good whom with childlike mind's,
Are by they taken advantage of, capitalism they would to you say.
In this our democracy, to you have they not?
Do they have you not seen shed the blood of our fellow man,
Using you very own hand's?
And in vain it is not, when with their net it is by them cast about you.
Have they even now turned brother against brother,
and listen to they, whom through no special wisdom have seen in the past
As to you, as to then the old living few whom have survived it.
Now of greed and of pure evil whom place their own elderly father and
Mother in harm's way to take from them what is not theirs to hasten their
Death's to obtain by their deaths,
what in life they could not in honest labor or by mind obtain on their own.
They cry out as you drive by, turning your once good heart against them,
Because of the pain, a past sin that you did to another.
Your struggle to live in and of it's self is a struggle in life that no decent person deserves,
And without changing the heart we will not change how we live.
Can you the other half,
My brother and sisters find any just cause in this?