Flotsam and Jetsam

Tossed ashore like driftwood on a beach
Unable to steer a course, your humanity they beseech
Stripped bare, they crawl forth, naked, newly born
Will you draw them to your breast, or leave them forlorn?
The old familiar fears creep in as you clutch your pockets
And turn away from imploring faces and sunken sockets
This is a time for casting judgments aside
For moving forward with arms open wide
But instead the gate is locked and the entrance is barred
While the castaways' desperation grows, their psyches scarred
No short memory deprivation, your conscience laid clear
Never will it be forgotten, the events that transpired here