“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
First, they came and took my father away.
I remember the quiet shuffling of his worn out boots,
The oil-stained fingers waving goodbye and
My screams splattered across my brain like a dirty tattoo.
Next, they came and took my mother away.
I remember the fading scent of her jasmine perfume,
The fish stew bubbling as they walked her out and then
The deafening silence of the room.
Now, my brother and I wait our turn.
In-between tribulations and lessons learned,
We remember we were born beneath the same blue sky
And we remember it is on this soil, we all will die.
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Jus Soli is latin for “right of the soil” and refers to birthright citizenship aka the right of someone born in a country to be a citizen of that country.
Lately, I’ve been thinking of Emma Lazarus’ poem engraved on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. Are we not all tired, and yearning to be free?
It’s always been fascinating to me how we can easily define and label ourselves as belonging to this or that country, but we tend to miss the glaring detail that we all have a birthright to live on this earth.
Today, with the select few in power deciding for all of us our birthrights, I wonder, along with many, what happens now?
It starts with a quote, but where it ends…that’s the surprising part.
Originally an event hosted by a fellow blogger friend, Writer’s Quote Wednesday was discontinued. However, I missed this weekly dose of inspiration so much, I decided to continue it on my own.