The swollen waves of dislodged souls
Are rushing to our shores;
Like flood waters tainted with despair
They crest our tall fences at the border
And empty willy-nilly onto foreign soil.
Abetting voices lift in unison and trumpet to the downtrodden many:
Run toward freedom, slaves of poverty no more,
Flee your hostile enclaves from below;
Shed your ruthless masters, your stagnant civilizations;
Fresh hope beckons from abroad in a land
That once was yours!
Have mercy on our plight, they cry out from their serpentine caravans.
Let our vagabond millions find solace on your rich plains.
Our faithful labor will nourish your fields and give you bodies for future wealth.
Link our lands, put your fears aside, guilt-ridden people of privilege!
Tear down these unsightly shields, open your borders of shame
To our needy treks! Unite our dissident tribes!
Citizens of the world are we: the North and the South are one
in the making of blended nations.
Compassion is a central force and sharing a solemn duty,
Generosity to all in want is God’s will!
So say the roving hordes, their arms flung wide, families in tow.
Home-bred voices call out from within to those who force our nation’s doors:
Where will the native ones be when the human scales are tipped?
Will your hearts reach out to theirs in your newly dominant role?
In times of hardship and travail, will freedom and justice be dispensed as before?
Migrants from other lands, will compassion be your guiding spirit, will sacrifice for all prevail?
Voices from without reply in rage: “Demons the lot of you, vile monsters of division, apostles of hatred, Be gone! Be gone!
See how these fertile loins, in their proud diversity, will birth justly browned faces in the milling crowds to come.
Pale children of bigotry, meek and timorous, you invoke our scorn.”
So say the unfettered masses gathering at the gate!
Light-skinned martyrs in dwindling numbers are we, besieged within fragile boundaries and witnessing our demise with passive, fearful awe.
Our forefathers’ evil ways lurk in our conflicted selves and must be held in check. Equity will now be our collective mantra and renegades of any stripe will warrant full exclusion. Our wretched past deprives us of any meaningful future…and deservedly so in progressive eyes.
“Be gone! Be gone! Remnants of iniquity, barriers to a kinder world” scream out the vengeful masters of America yet to be.
Their strident accusations echo across the land: “Deeply colored bodies in chains laid the foundation for the wealth that Europe’s children now enjoy. Your whiteness is the primal sin; seek atonement, deny your heritage and compensate for tribal crimes of times long past.” Cowardly impotent, we embrace this baleful fate. We shoulder our phantom guilt to meld with the architects of contrition and redemption.
Wach auf! Resist! Resist! Advocates of solidarity, soldiers of fairness;
Our color betrays us, our leaders reject us.
Where can we turn? What more can we do?
Edenic lands of succor and respite are the true ends of our search.
Ample fruits of our struggle hang low to the ground; victory is our noble goal.
The truth from Europe’s Enlightened prime must now adorn our crown.
Wach auf! Arise! Take comfort in tomorrow’s promise
of Western values strong and wise
Glistening like banners unfurled against the meandering tide.