by Indran Amirthanayagam
No more mother of exiles.
No more hands outstretched
to the tired and poor,
the huddled masses.
No more strolling
on the boardwalk
at Coney Island
or by the Golden Gate
or on the cobblestoned
streets of the French Quarter,
where Americans gather.
No more Haitians
fleeing gangs, rapists
and house burners.
No more Syrians
escape artists
from Assad father
and Assad son.
No more
Allen Ginsberg
denouncing
the damnations
of Moloch.
But listen.
We accept mortality,
that we are on earth
a little space. But we
are here now,
and deportation orders,
we will challenge
each one. Organize,
Strategize.
Hide our brothers
and sisters.
To the churches!
To the sanctuary cities!
Distract and resist ICE.
Do not accept
any supremacy
in the decision
to deny Temporary
Protected Status
to Haitians
and Syrians.
Indran Amirthanayagam writes a Substack. He has just published Isla itinerante ( Editorial Apogeo, Peru, 2025) and White Space Sonnets ( Sarasavi publishers, Sri Lanka, 2025). His other publications include El bosque de deleites fratricidas ( RIL Editores), Seer (Hanging Loose Press),The Runner's Almanac (Spuyten Duyvil), Powèt Nan Pò A: Poet of the Port (Mad Hat), and Ten Thousand Steps Against the Tyrant (Broadstone Books). He is the translator of Kenia Cano’s Animal For The Eyes (Dialogos Books) and Origami: Selected Poems of Manuel Ulacia (Dialogos Books). He edits The Beltway Poetry Quarterly, hosts the Poetry Channel on YouTube, and publishes poetry books with Sara Cahill Marron at Beltway Editions.
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