20 June 2019

Locked Up in the Land of the Free

I sit in a cell
No hablo ingles
My mother was taken,
I can’t see her face

We fled here for safety,
they said it was great
You bragged about freedom,
I’m locked in a crate

When the music begins,
for your flag, I must stand
Forced allegiance
by the back of a hand

To a country that sees me
as a rapist, a thief,
that separates children
compounding our grief

Illegal, they call me
as they vow to deport
I sit, as a child,
alone in a court

I’m asked to defend
my actions, my choice,
but all that I want
is my mother’s sweet voice

Where’s your compassion?
Where is your love?
Where’s your resemblance
to this Jesus above?

Dear America,
If you are so great,
why do you treat me
with so much hate?


1 Nov 2018


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