Young children at our borders
Their plight…is worth knowing
The answer….'tis the question
Where are these children going
But to parents….beleaguered
…..Tending manicured vines
Yet we criticize…while enjoying
…..California's..fine wines
To relatives laboring hours
Gathering...agricultural yields
..Working our favorite restaurants
As we're consuming our meals
Folks...it ain't rocket science
…Rocket science has no place
In simplistic….equations…
Elementary matters..of race
Regarding children at our borders
Indeed that plight...still growing
….Sad answer ‘tis the question
Where are…..those children going
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