from one acronym to another…

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

 

 

the abandoned…

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

 

 

while a child prayed…

in that brief moment
all of the dreams disappeared
life that whiff of smoke
was randomly blown away
the gods had nothing to say

 

 

no hope orphanages..

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

 

 

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