Weeping willows daughter,
Why do you cry?
What do you mourn
That has fallen
To the soil
And withered?
It is
The immigrants fear
As their child is ripped
From their womb
It is
The child’s blank stare
When they are refused
Education
And forced to be
A wife
Destitution,
Desolation,
Desecration.
These are the tears
Mother Earth cries
For her children.
This is why my grief
Grows