One Generation Away

I am one generation away.

One generation away from working in the fields for $6 a day.

One notion from being smuggled across the border in the back of a truck.

One meal away from always being hungry,

one action away from being beaten,

one decision from being hopeless,

one nation away from rumination.

I know what people call me. I know what they say,

but I have my arms outstretched on my journey to faith.

One generation away.

MG Hardie

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