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Somewhere in south Texas, a child cries. Uniformed men pulled him from his screaming mother’s arms, and brought him far away. He sits by a cot, surrounded by other crying children.
behind bars the mockingbirds everyone ignores
Somewhere in Washington DC, a senior aide to the President of the United States looks at a polling report, and smiles. He contemplates the necessity of a strong response to the crisis at the border. One could be forgiven for wondering whether he views the seperation of children from their parents as chemotherapy battling a longstanding tumor.
“Suffer the little children to come unto me” forgotten
Everywhere in the nation, and around the world, the images of children in cages, the sounds of screaming mothers. The mounting pressure, as the wise tremble for their country realizing God is just, and outcry arises from every corner. It’s enough for the architect of this medicinal malice to relent, saying, “I didn’t like the sight or the feeling of families being separated … ”
summer sunset
the struggle of family
to survive
how we fight to admit
our shared humanity
for dVerse poets’ Tuesday Poetics–Medicine (pubtended by Paul Scribbles)
Kiwinana’s #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge – Week 101 – Family & Survive
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Human (posted by Susan)
Frank J. Tassone 
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