I’m imitating emigrants on a path to America in illusions of life within a free and democratic country. This illusion is a lie, intended to imitate past migration policies that enable illicit lines of people crossing the border into the United States. Lines of people leaving in droves, desperate imitators of life in a new land that doesn’t discriminate class and forgets a murderous history amongst those who come with good will.
Imitation is elusive, in disguise and wanted in their homeland, left behind with women and children to fend for themselves in a weakened state of abandonment. Imitators want the freedom to live a new life irrespective of their past crimes, and immigration allows this lie to whitewash the future, lighting a path to citizenship.
Mimicry is mindful of the hearts and minds that make up the collective thought of a nation. In losing identity, migrants lift altruism to memories of namesake millions looking for another life in America, imitating others in their plight, imagining what path lies ahead in the land of milk and honey.
Many will come in illusions listless and lost, imminently asking for access to life within the open walls of liberty, before borderlines are secured. That leaves those in peril to live another day in hope immaculate, listening to the law and its master, willing many to enter through safe and legal avenues.
