They say we survived President X,
We’ll survive this,
But many didn’t under President X,
And fewer are making it now,
Concentration Camps are ensuring that less and less will make it,
It’s not an accident children are suffering and dying,
That was the plan to deter,
That was the plan to punish,
Little brown skinned babies,
For existing at this time,
Under these circumstances,
And it’s the job of those surviving,
To stop what is going on,
To make sure all survive,
And that this happens
Never again.
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Cages
Kids kept in cages
Not in my name,
State sanctioned child abuses,
Not the first time,
Not the last
Liberty and Justice
Are not dependent on it,
Only tyrannical power
Needs pain and torment
Of the meekest,
Only evil ornate needs caged,
Tortured babies,
But not for my freedom,
Not this time,
Stand not for the inhumanity,
Of neglected,
unprotected,
stolen
kids in cages
What Comes Next
We are cutting
Ties to our siblings,
Because imaginary lines
Dictate whose lives we should value,
Whose skin should get in,
What we should allow authorities in power to do to them,
This is the slippery slope,
That leads to the unspeakable deeds,
That leads to giving up souls,
For the sake of peace of mind via apathy,
And here we stand,
Where others before us swore we would never again go,
But here we are,
And all hands are red,
As we shuffle aimlessly wondering
What to do,
Trying to remember
What comes next.
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