We asked you where we were going
On buses at night with our backpacks
And when would we come back
To the homes that sheltered us
But you said nothing
And you let us out in a world of tents
And we found our beds
Along with a thousand other children
And we asked you how long we would stay
And you said nothing
And we told you we had heard about
Huddled masses yearning to breath free
And we asked you who would care for us now
With no caretakers to turn to like before
And you said nothing
And we told you we heard that any immigrant
Could come into your country and seek asylum
And you said, Sorry. We are overwhelmed.”
And we said “We heard it was a law.”
And after you finished from roaming throughout the earth,
Going back and forth on it, you said
“That’s not what it means.”
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