I wonder how my ancestors feel
Knowing their escape from home
Would lead
To children ***** in cages
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Nameless
Unheard of conditions
Like their rabid dogs
But really puppies still needing their mothers milk
Who made those cages you call sanctuary
Who made those tinfoil sheets you call warmth
Who made those regulations?
Ripping the child from their parents grip
I've seen the ******* pictures
Those kids were strangling their mothers and fathers in order to not let go
There's no need for translation
This is universal
These children are treated like felons
With no warrant
No warning
Is this justice?
Does my so called president get off to this?
Is he not satisfied enough with his spray tan?
He takes it out on us?
I wake up in my bed
Every day I cant fathom
The nightmare those children wake up to
Alone with others like that look just like them.
Looking in the reflection their tears molded onto the shivering pavement
I cant even imagine
The thoughts that may race through their young and impressionable minds
Do they think they deserve it?
Do they think this is their fault?
If and when they do finally escape
How scarred will they be?
They already have a criminal record for being born
How will they survive in a society that imprisoned them before given an education
Before given a ******* a chance.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
I wonder how my ancestors feel
Knowing their escape from home
Would lead
To children ***** in cages
Traced
Nameless
Unheard of conditions
Like their rabid dogs
But really puppies still needing their mothers milk
Who made those cages you call sanctuary
Who made those tinfoil sheets you call warmth
Who made those regulations?
Ripping the child from their parents grip
I've seen the ******* pictures
Those kids were strangling their mothers and fathers in order to not let go
There's no need for translation
This is universal
These children are treated like felons
With no warrant
No warning
Is this justice?
Does my so called president get off to this?
Is he not satisfied enough with his spray tan?
He takes it out on us?
I wake up in my bed
Every day I cant fathom
The nightmare those children wake up to
Alone with others like that look just like them.
Looking in the reflection their tears molded onto the shivering pavement
I cant even imagine
The thoughts that may race through their young and impressionable minds
Do they think they deserve it?
Do they think this is their fault?
If and when they do finally escape
How scarred will they be?
They already have a criminal record for being born
How will they survive in a society that imprisoned them before given an education
Before given a ******* a chance.
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