Somewhere along our southern border
A child cries for her mama tonight, and
She does not know where Papa has gone
She thought the long journey had ended
Weeks ago, when freedom was in sight.
Crying, she lies alone on a silver pallet
Encircled by children she does not know
Somewhere along our southern border.
No one explains to them what is going on
She does not comprehend the reasons why
Mama and Papa have not come for her.
None of the children understand why
They are kept in wired cages like chickens
Somewhere along our southern border
Wondering when Mama and Papa will come.
The parents of more than 500 children who were taken into custody at the border in 2017 as part of the Trump administration family separation policy still haven't been found, lawyers say. NBC News
Milt very true, like most wars our country, has been in, we don't know why. Tom
'None of the children understand why They are kept in wired cages like chickens Somewhere along our southern border Wondering when Mama and Papa will come.' - What a pity! A heart wrenching depiction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem and salute you for speaking out for " the least of these" ...