Posted for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Tuesday Platform~Poeming
So here’s your chance to showcase ONE poem of your choice – unprompted at Toads.
Choose as you wish. (posted by Pat)
Children cry–frightened, confused.
Foreign word voices assault their ears.
They tremble with thoughts of more abuse,
eyes large and hollow rain with tears.
Journey exhausting, yet they cannot wait
to step on the soil of America.
Eager parents promised that they would assimilate,
learn English in school, begin a new era.
Escaping from horrors and poverty,
children cling to those they trust, Mom and Dad,
from whose arms they’re wrenched with impropriety,
traumatized, caged as if in a lab.
There is no pardon for this horrendous act,
though you may pardon yourself and alter the facts.
(I cannot stop thinking about these children, and the after-effects
of what they are going through.)