The wailing wall
Conceals connections
Familial love
The promised land
Turns and transforms
Into a crisis of conscience
Tearing infants
Thrown into metal cages
Fearful fragile tents
No hands to heal
No words to whisper
No hearts with warmth
The cries of
The children cover
The Mexican wall
Dreams die
Before being born
Mothers mourn
Their children's
Existence now alien
Amongst living dead
Frida Kahlo's
Flowers lie
Crumpled and crushed
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