by Julia Griffin

This is no home for caravans:
This is the USA,
And so we’ve tightened up our bans
In hopes you’ll go away.
You say you’re fleeing tyranny
And military powers,
But this is not your home, you see?
It’s crowded and it’s ours.
These camps are growing every day,
As is what we are spending,
So extra things for which we pay
Will presently be ending.
Your juveniles will not, henceforth,
Get sports or education.
Please think of this when rolling north
To crash our private nation.