​Refugees without
a refuge.
Out of a crucible
into the centrifuge.
Spinning haphazardly,
out of control.
Being separated
by nebulous 
ideological markers,
ethnocentrically extolled.
Judged by measures
the judges themselves
can not live up to.
Patriarchic hubris,
what’s a person
supposed to do?
Stripped of dignity,
demanded, the impossible,
one’s humanity,
to prove.

M. Zane McClellan

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