uac crossing the border are apprehended by dhs’s cbp cbp and ice detain uac routinely for longer than six months then cbp transfers uac to hhs’s orr orr operates icfs to house the uac and if by now you’re saying omg this all seems like tfh shouldn’t we be irl talking about the almost 7 thousand children separated from their parents at the border then ygtp
these days are broken windows where winter’s wind has free entry into the lives of others words of protest against the cold cannot shield even an innocent child from the frigid breaths of the self-righteous who claim that life is sacred but not living for once a child is born it becomes a societal orphan the covenant of care the righteous proclaimed is now abandoned with only the providence of their god left to feed and care for the child
child of the dead your name has been lost soon you will forget their touch and the warmth of their words these muddy fields and makeshift tents are you new parents but they will not embrace you nor seek to feed you now you alone must do those things expect only more tears
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
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
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
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