I met a man in Nigeria years ago,
who said he had three hundred relatives
he knew by name.
His wife had just had a baby.
They were going to take it
to be welcomed and marveled at
by as many of those relatives
as they could find,
there was a war going on.
Wouldn’t you love to have been
such a famous baby?
I wish I could wave a magic wand
and give every desperately lonesome
and hungry and lost American
man, woman, or child
the love and comfort and support
of an extended family.
Just two people and a babe in the manger,
given a heartless Government,
is no survival scheme.
Even as I speak, the very last polar bear may be dying of hunger on account of climate change, on account of us. And I will surely miss the polar bears. Their babies are so warm and cuddly and trusting, just like ours.