How???

It's near impossible not to weep as I look at the drained, pallid faces of young mothers, trying valiantly to hide their desperation, their pleas for mercy, hope leaking like the mist dripping off metal bars, as they embrace their children standing in line waiting and waiting and waiting in the cold and rain for the nod from towering armed men to allow them to step a foot across the border into our mean country.

How do these faces not move the big men with guns on their hips, heavy black boots on their feet, bellies full and protruding over pants, warm dry beds awaiting them, to allow these womyn and children to walk across the border so they can have a warm bed and a hot meal as well.

How do these men continue breathing the air, sucking in much more than what they need, being willing to be the first line of cruel denial for the people fleeing the violence our corporations, our military, our lifestyle has inflicted upon them and their country so men like these can continue sucking in life.