Emigrating can also bear the idea that each emigrant is an immigrant elsewhere. So, in the end, we all relate to this issue in one way or the other.
In my view, societies which are more inclusive also benefit more from cultural, social and other interactions and, thus, have a potential for greater development.
Against this background I’d like to tell you a story with some facts mixed with my imagination.
The cop sits on her bench and wanders
about the reason for so many
The veins on the back of her hands
tell the tale of her pain and success
no longer serving her country
It is the natural order of things
Her breath becomes more subtle
She’s remembering the other woman
stopped at the border
in the middle of her journey
Detained and sobbing in a distressing land
No alternative to a new paradise
Through simple language she suggested
it would be all right
the woman-in-her-job and the woman-on-her-journey
as if exchanging a comment or a secret
Eyes shut, moments flooding back to her
She’s afraid of asking, though,
to her still fearless hands
Will you shape a movement of the mind
Knitting with the hearts
Sewing ways back home as land maps on the blood
Will you avoid a plight of run-down homes
Of doors shut and a very long darkness
Or will you lay and rest
and wait for a larger death
before we move forward together
when we remember again?