Like a night gripping darkness amidst light
turning halogens in sombre delight
a caged child whimpers with a moaning gripe
and certainty languishes without hype.
Early dawn shimmers with glory of sun
shadows move stealthily, nowhere to run
a caged child sobs uncannily with fear
while hunger crawls with a stomach so bare.
Sun strikes radiant rays of harmony
across azure sky and earth aplenty
a caged child stands still, yearning for mother
absence haunts the mind, ‘What happened to her? '
When night or day there is only ennui
why rely on border security?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dark as the times we live in the Trump era