no room at the inn /Ai WeiWei protests

the silver white mailed steeds galloped far and fast and leaped

their heaven's celestial royal riders jumped across the wide,

the moat of human flesh and blood

no one partook to stop and listen or to look, 'cept few

engrossed in selves, heads bowed down to mud forlorn

while rejection's dust flakes' fell on dirty snow, melted mud

fallen, falling from high above, earth's high polluted skies

below angry spent, human cries echo off the sides of mountains

who far distant sigh and weep for humanity against humanity

falling, crying for those trapped against borders' territory

boundaries caught, trapped within, squeezing therein

between each place the meek they run, scared dread

cannot outgun the heartless ones

no room to cross from side to the other,

they crave common human need simple sanctuary, all so simple,

walls of faces turned away, stern though childrens' mothers weep

border camps tents in mud, routes shut down

southeast europe migrants flow, stopped by EU decree

in midst of heavy rain travail, mothers wail

refugees desperate swarm, countries' wars do flee

in camps of sodden weariness' mess, awful stress,

broken bones and teeth, shiver's cold souls' duress

amassed of late, plight repeat and played again

across our media screens our conscience screams

crowded greek border camps or middle east

any hemisphere where humans dwell

seek of refuge from storm's rise of genocide

across the world lands a red horse rider rides

not so gallant as the the lone chinese figure walks

Ai WeiWei purveyor surveyor messenger of God,

beholds squalid sea of nylon canvas domes,

victims' hungry eyes of glass he sees

arms crossed, solemn care, speechless

indignation quiet, wise lines his head and face

expression flows, silently earth and heaven move

spirit voices shout and join the mountains and creation

ear splitting shouts heard in spirit kingdom, "how long oh Lord?"

is there no solemn woe among us for those

and with compassion prayer move

together in tune with the God and his watchers?

their silent cries muffled within thin fabric shells' walls

i can hear across the universe and in my life's quarters too

yells up cry, toward heaven sweep,

while we in cozy's warm do sleep

how many walls are there to build?

vague lessons learned or none

from Berlin's fallen one

more planned barricade walls to erect

by force of weapon, concrete or steel

crush human flesh and bone designed

enshrined akin to mexico's rusting one

far be it restored to gleaming steel,

perhaps one day nonetheless

he walks on, like silent, unseen earthen angel,

his arms folded weak, yet conviction strong

valient, little known hero human

his face in wry stare, indignant quiet observes

intimidates convicts the greedy

though powerless in flesh he does record uphold

in silent mind soul's testimony

before witness of man and God

stands alone and represents

all of those and some who in the least, compassion feel,

do yield before to heaven's gate

recorded in His book 'til the day appointed

his eternal wise omniscience' plan of reckoning

above the plans and rule of man

when all thought be weighed and measured

by his holy court of law

above the earth, world's face

when men and angels holy made

will judge and speak for trodden outcasts' behalf

for you and me forsaken rejected, maligned assigned for now

we'll sing another song, as real as life and death now is

a place as yet to come, shall be

a testimony that He cares, does listen,

though now, for just a little while in his shadow wait

our measure is by frail transitory minds', patience weak

due suffering formidable, life upon this rocky orb in lonely space

we are like spring grass here and now,

gone tomorrow in summer's sun

in time's short grip in fallen curse upon this age on earth

we live with death, we wait to blow away

in the wind our time is short, like the refugees

we are only here for a little while

before death's door, if not taken in instant's snuff

when conscious mind be blown out comes

when like a candle or a switch lights be put out,

will we not see and act and be there for the refugees

before each our end, some might or will see

his truth and love justified

when and what man is always powerless to fix

to overcome resentment and chains of pout

tomorrow comes for everyone

though He does not answer unless you listen

he is creator God, fully omnipotent and one

he will recompense those who make room at the inn

whether in their heart of prayers' spirit 

or in deed