Tijuana.

by Poet on the Piano   Nov 28, 2018


We meet them with
violence they are trying
to escape from.

We deny that we could
ever endanger children,
instead choosing to blame
parents for making such
an uncertain journey -
using innocent eyes
as shields of sympathy.

We justify until we have
enough power to silence
these stone cold criminals.

We shoot them through fences
if they seize the opportunity to climb
and still, we defend our cause.

Chemical weapons are a
necessity we can't afford to
give up.

As children wail and screams
ascend, we tell them it's
just tear gas.
We don't elaborate.
We want to temporarily blind,
halt their breathing
and heighten their trauma...

so they'll have to fight through
the long-terms effects of abuse

after they've crossed the border
that leads to a subterfuge called
home.

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