My Invitation

Most of my generation has 
Lived life in peace
For the most part 

We have had

It easy and sweet
Hardly any concern 
For basic needs
But we lost sight of 
Thank you and Please

We are not entitled to 
Have it this good
Others who live 
In our time
Can't find a grain of rice
In the village or 
Neighborhood 

Hungry men fight
Not because 
War is a delight 
But because 
Taken care of your own
Is the ultimate human right

Oppression at home
Makes some wise run
Other stay 
Because there is hope
Until the breathing is done

But far too many 
Have been murdered 
At the hands 
Of an addicted child
Taught genocide 
And the use of a machine gun

I get the argument 
For a wall to keep others out
But I got bread to share
So I am going to shout

Come to my home brother 
In the land of ease
Because not too long ago
My Grandmother 
Was the immigrant 
Fleeing war
Hungry and 
In need