Where are the Children?

 

We travelled far, more than 100 days

As hikers, swimmers, and stowaways.

I heard America was “home of the free”,

When I crossed over I got the third degree.

Where are my sons and my daughters?

Those over there are not mine nor hers.

We only came here to have a better life.

Why did you take away my wife?

We scratch and claw to make them stop.

Our children we love and will not drop.

You should have to lose your child,

and then let’s see if you don’t get all riled.

 

Please return them safely to me!

This is my final plea.

 

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