The blue and red lights flash,
The handcuffs snap shut—
But what was your crime?
I kept asking myself that,
As I watched them take you away.

Was it your courage when you decided to move?
Was it your audacity to leave everything behind?
Your ignorance, thinking you could see it through—
A better life for you and your children?

Or maybe it was just the fact that you did.
Working two jobs,
Starting a business,
Buying a home,
Placing roots.

That was it.
That was your crime.
It had to stop.

The blue and red lights flash behind you,
Your heart quickens, but still,
You turn to me and smile—
Lying through your lips,
"It’ll all be okay."