Why Couldn'T I Clap? - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Did I not get left enough
to be left enough to clap a man
who says we ought to throw our frontiers open
to whomever wants to come?
Do I not see
that I have been left enough,
that I have enough,
to want to clap that man?
Is it not about that at all,
but about having too much,
there being enough for all?
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