My Home is a Sanctuary

Art by Rob Goldstein

My partner’s family sought asylum in the United States
when he was a child

The rebels held his family at gunpoint and marched them
out of the country.

My partner spent a week at the mercy of men who
threatened to shoot them dead.

His Father was a doctor who treated their wounded.

His Father told the rebels that if they harmed his family
they would have to kill him.

The soldiers needed a doctor so the family survived.

My partner became a U.S. citizen years ago.

He proudly votes in every election.

Because of Trump, my partner is now afraid for his family.

Because of the racists who support Trump my partner must
worry about random violence when he leaves the apartment.

“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,

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