You ban them for
where they live,
what they believe.
In your squinty gaze millions
of voters state back at me.
I quake at your flamestoking,
the dangerous ledge you tout:
Fear of the other.
In their shoes I imagine you’ve confirmed
all of their suspicions.
You tell them:
“This Place was never meant for you.”
Worse yet, you’ve inspired some to violent action.
Fists rise in solidarity, and I can only
so many more will rise in discontent.