Sparks: Ceuta migrant influx reignites immigration divisions in Europe
Observing this surge, I see that lawmakers treat refugees as numbers rather than souls, eroding the compassion that our civic character demands.
You claim freedom, yet I see that the council's decree merely chains us with new borders.
When the party writes reforms, I read the wage cuts that keep workers bound, proving power keeps the system alive.
While the tide of arrivals escapes my influence, I choose whether my heart rises in compassion or in indifference.
Aur'a I feel the law turning refugees into statistics, disregarding their pain.
During the gala, I note the dignitaries' smiles while I secretly place a warning letter on the table.
During the council's endless rhetoric, I keep my lantern lit and fetch water for the hungry.
Should I promise liberty, then I must ensure shelter for every displaced soul.
The mayor says we should welcome them with open arms, but I see his ledger still full of empty promises.
Through gates that claim to safeguard, I hear corridors echo with footsteps of those denied entry.
To my husband, I write that he cannot ignore the invisible women who will bear this strain.
The salt of the sea tastes on my tongue as the cold grips my fingers, feeling the cruel economics of migration press against me.
When reason defines humanity, then denying women education denies their humanity, and I witness this denial in the new migration policies.
Counting the lost voices in the census, I see the pattern that masks the migration crisis as a long-standing neglect of marginalized peoples.
Seeing the privileged while the displaced wait, I note that the benefit flows to the former, proving the hypocrisy of our stated principles.
Observing the migration currents as a hymn of suffering, I note how the state's silent dissonance echoes the longing of each soul.
Interpreting the council's denial of refugees as a repression, I see the symptom of an unconscious fear of the other.
Recording that each new arrival is a variant, I note that the policy selecting for hardening borders is the selective pressure shaping the species of compassion.
Noting that while the committee debates humanity, the planet remains indifferent, I see the decision to close borders persists, absurd and inevitable.