some thoughts on the current debate over immigration 
 

© Steven E. Cutts, 2018 
a Studio C recording, January 2019 


I wish I could throw the door wide open and welcome you inside; 

A long and fright’ning journey’s brought you here. 

All you seek’s a life that’s better than the one you left behind 

For you and all of those that you hold dear. 

I’m not sure I could have braved all the dangers you have faced, 

In my mind you have earned the chance to settle in this place. 

If it were simply up to me . . . but, it’s complicated. 
 

You are not the first to stand there staring through the door; 

Some of my kin stood in that spot not so long before. 

I know we said we’d lift a lamp to a sanctuary home; 

We have our poetry about the tired and poor.                                    

I am afraid that you have heard what some folks say:           

That we should lock this door and that you should go away. 

Now, if it were simply up to me . . . but, it’s complicated. 
 

For what it’s worth: this home of mine is not everything it seems; 

I can show you broken promises, I can show you broken dreams, 

Still, if it were simply up to me . . . If it were simply up to me . . . but, it’s complicated. 

It’s complicated.