MIGRANT BIRDS

FAMIDA Y. BASHEER

The Globe’s my world. The cloud’s my kin

I care not where the skies begin; I spread my wings through all the din

Through fears and fright I fly my flightNo walls for me, no vigil gates,

No flags, no machine guns that blastCitizens of those border states

Brothers of her brother’s sons

No maps, no boundaries to block

My sojourn into unknown landsI spawn and splash in distant spills,

I breed my brood where’r I willI won’t look down. No I will not.

With speed of wings I hasten pastAnd close my eyes against the sun

To dream my dreams and make them last