This week’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems (fair warning that this is some of my political haiku poems; given the prompt, it’s unavoidable:
the country you’re born
in is happenstance — borders
arbitrary lines.
yes, accept every
refugee and immigrant
from any country.
the right to movement
from country to country is
a human right.
yes, I’m saying that
we’re all global citizens,
not country-defined.
fear not our fellow
disparate countryman, but
those who wield power.
yes, political,
but also basic human
rights not of country.
a country is its
people, not its moat-like lines
that says one’s better.
she walled me off like
I was yearning to be free
in her new country.
if it was a bee
country, the rivers would flow
with honey and bliss.
if it was lion
country … it’d probably not look
different than now.
