A little girl sleeps on the ground.
Her mother’s worry is her worry now.
Her hunger is her mother’s hunger.

Her brother and father are ghosts
remembered before the ground
swabs her tears unswallowed –

a voice throbs within: Home –
Somewhere, Somewhere, Not Here.
Does she understand her fate

she who embodies the hate of others,
brings Republicans frothing
into weird and coward alliance

with indifferent churchgoers who,
once again, mispledge their allegiance?

@Ken Hada, 2015