Jasiel cries himself asleep in darkness
Lonely in his dusty tent,
Tears of fear breed more panic
Separated from Ritza and Andrus.
Jasiel forcibly removed in Georgia,
Only knows he is somewhere in Texas
In crowded tents with lonely children,
Never knowing where parents might be.
Ritza and Andrus separately imprisoned,
Worried about Jasiel, and each other too,
Distraught couple, child lost in sorrow
Feel oppression thought left in Honduras.
This land of freedom, now a prison,
Separated from their only child
Know throbbing panic he must feel,
When will they be with him again?
Ritza’s grief falling in tears
Powerlessness damages Andrus’s spirit,
Cries from many wailing hearts
As brutal separations continue.
I feel their maddening pain and loss
Like separation from my own children,
Their anger boils, and mine too,
At injustices and tragedies faced.
Jasiel’s innocence, vanished and gone,
Hope, he and his parents once felt, is lost,
Legacies given many immigrants now
By “land of the free and home of the brave”.
Ritza weeps all alone in her cell
Not knowing where her men might be,
How can America think this right?
Is this a sin we want to bear?
Founding Fathers dreams now shattered
By selfish men, worshipping themselves,
Hopeful dreams crash down in tragedy,
I wonder how this tale will end?
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