by Ethel Mortenson Davis
I dream of
a different world:
one where I can*
take refuge,
where you and I
will be sisters,
where the First Peoples
are striding along
with the Second peoples,
learning from each other,
where they are no longer refugees
in their own land,
where freed slaves
are helped to build
new lives with the colonists,
no longer refugees
in this new land.
I dream of
a different world:
where no one is heard
shouting from a window,
“Go back to where you came from.”
* The first two stanzas are a quote from Ariel Dorfman, a refuge.
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