When I was hungry, you made laws to feed dumpsters, not people.

When I was cold, you turned off the heat, calling it a tough love.

When I was broken, you promised me care that never arrived.

When I served, you gave parades when what we needed were doctors.

When I escaped to your shores I was not met by love, but bans.

But when you're hungry, may mana rain from the sky to sate you.

And when you're cold, may the heat of passion warm you from inside.

When you are broken, may you never fear the care you receive.

And when you give, may the gentle earth rise to meet you halfway.

And when next you need escape, may the bans bleed from shores you seek.

May all the love you cannot share be showered on your closed heart.

So one day, when that heart opens, it can unlock another.

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