When your bones bleed with the urgency of escape
because your children are being slaughtered in the streets of home
Where do you go?
When all your opportunity is corrupt
and graft is the libidinous avenue of mobility
Where do you go?
When hope is the only coin in your pocket,
your native currency rapidly losing value against the market probability of a new life
Where do you go?
When hate and division builds walls out of the paychecks of the poor
to exclude you and banish the salvation of refuge
Where do you go?
When terror and pain are the meager aching fuel that propels you,
what destination will abate the journey?