Where are the children?
Somewhere. I don’t know where. The children are
somewhere crying.
Where are the infants?
Somewhere. I don’t know where.
Ripped from their mother’s arms. Ripped from their mother’s breast. Last Supper.
Ripped from their mother’s arms. Ripped from their mother’s breast. Last Supper.
Who is the person who can grab a terrified child and
drag her away as she pleads for her father’s strong hands to rescue her?
Who is the person who can tear apart a family, a
family who has already been through hell, and drive them to a darker horror?
Who is the person who gives a command from far away to
destroy lives? Children’s lives? Mother’s lives? Father’s lives?
Where is he? The one who spouts fake everything? The
one who lives for destruction? The one who hears an infant’s wail and laughs?
Somewhere. I don’t know where.
A golf course? Yes, that’s it. He’s playing golf. While
children cry. While parents go out of their minds.
He’s playing golf.
While parents in Santa Fe, Texas bury their children
who will never cry again. They’re dead.
Where are children who came to our border in the
embrace of their parents, tired, hungry, and weary beyond belief?
Somewhere. I don’t know where. The children are
somewhere crying.
It’s happened before. A self-important country with a
self-important leader, demanding trainloads of families to be brought to camps.
Children ripped out of mother’s and father’s arms. Infants ripped from their
mother’s breast. Last Supper.
Concentration camps where death reigned, and evil was
victorious.
For everyone in this country who is cheering the horrible
self-important leader who has brought this to be today, I have some questions:
Have you ever held a newborn baby? Have you felt the
tiny hand grasp your finger? Have you watched their eyes close in blissful
sleep? Babies are babies. Toddlers are toddlers. Young ones are, well, young.
Vulnerable. Innocent. Precious.
Does any human infant or child deserve to be tortured?
No. Not black or brown or white infants or children deserve to be tortured. To
be taken from their parents is the first round of torture visited upon them by us.
By the United States. Because, apparently, our leaders and some of our citizens
believe that death should reign, and evil should be victorious.
So, on this weekend, as we gather with our families
and watch car races on TV, and play in pools, and fire up that grill for a
Memorial Day celebration, let’s not forget that on our American soil, within
this ghost of a country, families have been wrenched apart.
And somewhere they are crying.
