Let me in, he pled,
I’m so frightened
And so hungry
I’m near dead,
Thus in a world
Without a stead,
He finds has bled
Away the heart
Of they he’d beg,
A place to start
That he may live,
Among the fated
Who would give,
Tho humble gift
Said kindly deed,
Plied moral lift
That he may seed
Enough for those,
Who needed feed
The debt one feels
To they who chose,
Should let him in
That he may live!
ode to they who chose to let in,
the ravaged by war and terror…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier