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
if you have said nothing in the defense of the children who’ve died at the border your pilate hand washing will not cleanse your soul if you have blamed parents seeking freedom for their children not fear at the border your pilate hand washing will not cleanse your soul if you have said nothing can be done now for those children please seek justice for them no pilate hand washing’s needed for your soul
tonight when you’ve finished bathing your child and tuck them into their warm bed as they cuddle their security blanket or toy please add to your prayers of thanksgiving a prayer of last rites for a teenage soul the fifth child to be sacrificed for political showmanship while under the care of border patrol it needn’t be a long prayer for it was a short life
as i left my local barber shop the brown bag prophet asked did you grip the pole i replied i’m not certain what you mean the prophet said folks used to believe that bleeding the patient would drain out the cause of the illness or the evil in them during the procedure the patient would hold onto a pole to encourage blood flow of course all the procedure did was to facilitate the patient’s death seems like bleeding is in fashion again given current government policies and procedures everything that was the life blood of this nation is being bled away
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