We live here, they live there. They live there and we’ll keep them there. Here is for us, only us. There is for them.
They wish to be here. Of course they do; here the land is fertile, the climate generous. There it is not so. There are plagues, there is war, there is where they must be.
They wish to be here. Of course they do. But we will put up fences, build walls, dig ditches. Razor wire. At the gates we will have guards, guards with hard hearts.
They will not be allowed to enter. Not without money.
Written for Rochelle’s weekly 100 word challenge.