The Guests


Do you wear a narrow minded hat upon your head?
One brimmed with platitudes, expecting gratitude?
We want what you want.
We want
what we thought you had.
Nothing special.
And if you had it, we wouldn't have to beg,
to parade with a crown of thorns;
You would not hawk our lives
against a tarnished measure of worthiness.
Remember, the present has grown
from the seeds of your history,
and now we are come, your harvest,
to this place.
This place we need to call home.
Imagine that despite your lust for power
and wealth, you sold us an ideal,
an open ended invitation to believe in.
We are simply the RSVP,
looking for liberty, equality, fraternity.

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