Poem

Cross the border?
Real, or imagined, it's just a drawn line.

Imagine...
Imagine a line drawn between you and the nearest grocery store.
Imagine...
Imagine that you just ate a slice o' bread and you hunger for more.
Imagine...
Imagine the shelves o' food in that grocery store upon which your starvin' belly could dine.
Imagine...
Imagine that all you would have to do to cross the border is to crawl across that drawn line.
Imagine...
Imagine that YOU are the one whose job it is to shoot anyone who dares to cross that borderline drawn in front o' you.
Imagine...
Imagine that it is YOU who chooses to feed or to kill the hungry and then ask yourself, "What would Jesus have me do?"

Real, or imagined, it's just a drawn line.
Cross the border.

By:Ruth Cox

This poem describes how we let something such as a border, a simple line, separate the human race. It makes you picture yourself starving, desperately searching for food, and your only obstacle to get to that food to keep you alive is that border. Your perspective then changes and you are now picturing yourself as a border patrol officer who has the ability to allow this starving human being, who is just like you, to cross that border making you his savior; or you could make sure he doesn't cross and have his blood on your hands. This poem really depicts how desperate these immigrants are, and how us not allowing them over is destroying them.