Sweatshop eyes glistening with tears that drip drop on red white blue fabric.
Stitched and woven into the American flags they so proudly wave.
Sand paper rough calloused hands feed young mouths,
caress a loving partner good-bye,
Looking for a better life.
Diving, ducking, leaping, flying, swimming
To achieve a dream
Hungry and thirsty
Craving the taste of freedom on their tongues.
Running, screaming, hiding, sobbing, escaping Grimm reaper faces
Black brick-heavy guns filled with bullets of racism.
Falling into a wonderland of dessert sands.
Falling over bodies no longer breathing.
Lungs filled with trapped wishes never completed.
No flask or treat to eat.
No white rabbit.
Raped hands holding tight to childhood laughter
Robbed hands feeding young mouths that aren’t their own
Hoping to one day return.
Working, learning, working, eating and
Sleeping, working, smiling, working and
Crying and working and weeping while working
It never stops
Dragging dreams into white colored mansions and green parks
Pushing strollers that aren’t their own.