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"Why are you crying, mother of two? Tears stain your fearful face." "The country where I was born and raised Is now a frightening, deadly place." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Tell me why your tears don't cease." "The journey north is hard, yet we Yearn to live in a land of peace." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Have you lost faith in your caravan?" "The president says that we are a threat; He says that we're the bogeyman." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Because you’re hungry and have no shoes?" "We've come seeking asylum, yet we Are now hearing discouraging news." "Why are you crying, mother of two? What is it that gives you pause?" "We would like to be heard, but now The president is changing the laws." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Do you fear the guard, or sentry?" "They won't let us plead our case; They're even blocking the ports of entry." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Why the chaos? Why the disorder?" "Authorities see our desperation; They've shot tear gas over the border." "Why are you crying, mother of two? You are running and out of breath." "My future may be uncertain here, But one thing I know: home means death." -by Bob B (11-27-18)
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Why Are You Crying?
"Why are you crying, mother of two? Tears stain your fearful face." "The country where I was born and raised Is now a frightening, deadly place." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Tell me why your tears don't cease." "The journey north is hard, yet we Yearn to live in a land of peace." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Have you lost faith in your caravan?" "The president says that we are a threat; He says that we're the bogeyman." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Because you’re hungry and have no shoes?" "We've come seeking asylum, yet we Are now hearing discouraging news." "Why are you crying, mother of two? What is it that gives you pause?" "We would like to be heard, but now The president is changing the laws." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Do you fear the guard, or sentry?" "They won't let us plead our case; They're even blocking the ports of entry." "Why are you crying, mother of two? Why the chaos? Why the disorder?" "Authorities see our desperation; They've shot tear gas over the border." "Why are you crying, mother of two? You are running and out of breath." "My future may be uncertain here, But one thing I know: home means death." -by Bob B (11-27-18)
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
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