Poem
Migrant Bird The globe’s my world. The cloud’s my kin I care not where the skies begin; I spread my wings through all the din; Through fears and fright I fly my flight. No walls for me, no vigil gates, No flags, no machine guns that blast Citizens of those border states- Brothers of her brother’s sons. No maps, no boundaries to block My sojourn into unknown lands. I spawn and splash in distant spills, I breed my brood where’r I will. I won’t look down. No I will not. With speed of wings I hasten past And close my eyes against the sun To dream my dreams and make them last. – Famida Y. Basheer Trained Goose