Dear Refugee from Wars of Our Own Making, I love you. I love that you walked, ran, swam, took buses, trains and bicycles to flee a war that we custom made for you. I love that you exist - without your existence, I would have to simply hate war but your sweet innocence defiled fills me with wonder and love and without your victimization, I might not even feel human. I’m terribly happy that you have suffered so tremendously, for now I’m certain I’m on the side of good, like Jesus, who, without the oppressed, would just be another preacher.