when silence becomes betrayal…

if you do not speak
when children
are torn
from
their parents
and
caged
like animals
when will you speak
will you cry out
above
the wailings
of
thousands
of
loved ones
mourning
senseless deaths
caused
by
incompetence
if not then
when will you speak
will you denounce
the rancid words
of
traitors to this nation
and
its constitution
with
righteous indignation
and
honest condemnation
if not then
when will you speak
will you order
without delay
those
who enter
the chambers
of
freedom
screaming venomous
mantras
of hate
and
ignorance
is it then
that
you will
speak
harsh words
demanding
their departure
from
those hallowed halls
if
not then
when
will you speak
perhaps
you’ll hold your voice
until
your body
is dragged
by
those same rebels
to
a makeshift gallows
outside
the capital steps
your hands and mouth bound
and
your body wrapped
in
some confederate flag
is it then
that
you’ll scream
to be heard
above
the hideous mob
co-conspirators
that
you would not
speak of
and
to
before
now
but now
how
will you
speak
with your hands
posed
across
your chest

 

sleepless lambs…

caged lambs
wool soaked
with urine
from
the holding pens
shivering
frightened
grasping
for
one breath
of
the promised
freedom
from
oppression
not
this
slaughter house
of
innocent souls
but
now
it’s
lights out
at
the border
detention center

 

ethnic cleansing of the 900…

cloaked in night’s darkness
freedom’s children’s rights are raped
like women he’s raped

 

the book of dying 1:3…

as children died women cried out
these are children born from us
god charged us protect each one
but your greed sears their flesh

 

 

 

 

 

 

a question of burial rites…

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pastors
of
god’s new light
support
mr
trump
and
his
disciple senators
his disciples
are
capturing people
taking
them
to the church
of
blind obedience
and
massacring them
during
animated religious rituals
in
the senate
their dismembered bodies
can be found
along
the border
on
battlefields
on
city streets
or
in
veterans’ hospitals
though
some
concerned citizens
have become
alarmed
the blood
still flows unabated
so far
the only shields offered
have been words
like these
that have yet
to
stop one child
from
dying
with no parent
to
ease their passing

 

twas the life before christmas…

wrapped
in
such bright foil
and
moving
you might wonder
whose
christmas gifts
these
are
shall i tell you
these
are
for
despair
small
government orphaned
children
nestled
all snug
in
their
thermal blankets
on
cold
border floors
while visions
of
their parents
dance
in
their heads
as
they face
another day
of
dread

 

new funding source for the border wall…

standing
in a line
outside
the old town
free clinic
was
the brown bag prophet
who said
i’m here
to get
my yearly
flu shot
don’t want
to
join
the 61 thousand
that
died last year
in
the states
guess
i’m luckier
than
some folks
like
those children
detained
at our
southern border
seems
us customs
and
border
protection
have decided
not
to give
influenza vaccine
to
migrant children
in
their care
that
should free up
some
bucks
for
the lump’s wall

 

child solitary soul confinement…

eyes
move slowly
concealing fear
heavy boots
drug like bodies
across
cold
concrete floors
are seen
from beneath
thin thermal sheets
heart beats
racing
chasing
shallow breaths
dried tears
cling
like arms
around
a parent’s waist
are
the only trace
of moments
best
forgotten
this cannot
be
the dream
the dream
shared
by so many
before
leaving
for
freedom
this
cannot
be
este no puede
ser
el sueño

 

abattoir…

the small ruminants
are lined up
on cold
concrete floors
use of knives
has been
prohibited
there’d be
a risk
of
noticeable
skin damage
but
there will be
no escape
nor mercy
the holding pen’s filth
will
soon
be washed away
but for now
a child
lies
unbathed
curled
in fear
for some
a child
of
god
for
others
a filthy beast
no better
than
lambs
for the slaughter
i wonder
what
do you
see
and
believe