It’s half past midnight,
And
I can’t sleep
Again.
I am in pain,
Physical.
The back of my knees are on fire,
they sear when I bend them
and I don’t know why.
My back, well that is a constant pain-point
a throbbing, ever present reminder
of my mortality.
I am in PAIN,
Emotional.
My heart is broken,
My heart is shattered, but still beats on,
but how as the tears of children fall,
as the crises of babies wailing for their mothers
echoes in its thumbing chambers.
I am in PAIN,
Spiritual.
Today I heard the story of a mother and her 3-YEAR OLD daughter
from Guatemala seeking asylum at our Southern border.
She tried to enter legally, but many times she was turned away.
Finally, desperate, she turned herself into Border Patrol agents
only to be separated from her heart!
Her 3-YEAR OLD daughter was stripped from her arms
And
shipped off to New England while her mother is held in Texas.
The child, an innocent, frightened little girl,
a wondering, weeping, bewildered sprit,
is now in foster care…
…and my soul weeps such sorrowful, angry, desperate tears for them both.
But not just for them…for them all,
those multitude of
“huddled masses yearning to breathe free…the homeless tempest-tost…”
Who now find the “golden door” of America closed to them!
I AM IN PAIN!
Constantly, my whole being aches for my fellow human beings
who want nothing more than to live with dignity and without fear.
So, within these eternally EVIL borders,
in a country now run by:
unfettered,
unabashed,
unhindered,
unapologetically racist White Nationalist,
they seek refuge, only to find…
…more of what they fled:
inhuman treatment at the hands of raw, naked (racist) hatred.
And
unstoppable, unforgivable, malice.
Even the tears of mothers and babies,
the anguish and self-inflicted deaths of fathers cannot
deter the United States government,
MY GOVERNMENT
led now by an EVIL personage most
foul,
filthy,
ignorant,
evil,
and villainous, from giving birth to
a human rights crisis as the world looks on agape.
So yes, sleep alludes me,
evil haunts me, taunts me, dares me to stop caring
to find refuge in apathy,
to seek shelter in indifference,
to turn a blind eye to suffering,
to harden my heart and deaden my soul!
But I cannot, I will not!
I AM IN PAIN!
And as long as I am, I know I will fight this sinister injustice,
this inhuman undertaking motivated by Brown skin,
fore I am them,
they are me,
they are WE…
…and
This is US
Once again!
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