Children In Cages
© Surazeus
2018 08 16
Children in cages reach out their small hands
and call out the names of their faceless mothers
in voices of birds that beat fragile wings
against hard indifferent bars of despair
in rows of buildings built from bricks and bones
surrounded by barbed wire of writhing snakes
who shriek wordless horror in desert wind
that skips humming around the prison camp.
Children in cages crouch along bare walls
alone in silence of unspoken hope,
stringless puppets waiting for stern command
from faceless authority of strict law
that flaps on vulture wings of hungry horror
and circles buildings of the prison camp
that no one driving by on roads can see,
vanished in harsh sunlight on desert sand.
Children in cages exchange secret names
in clandestine code of quiet defiance
while listening to lectures on self-reliance
though they had gone to Texas every year
to pick crops for large canning factories
producing corn, peas, and cranberry sauce
which Americans eat at Thanksgiving feast
and thank Jesus for this bountiful harvest.
Children in cages hold hands and sing hymns
they heard their parents sing in stone cathedrals,
hoping their voices shatter thick brick walls
like Joshua at the walls of Jericho,
but no angels descend on wings of fire
to free them from the barbed-wire prison camp
so they can play games of chase by the river
where men in jeeps shoot at ghosts in the desert.
Children in cages march down chilly halls,
ignoring Big Brother on bare gray walls
who glares at them with ever-watching eyes
so they hide wild spirits behind bland masks
when they gather in large gymnasium
to chant ennobling patriotic hymns
in imperial language they do not understand
while saluting flag striped with blood of war.
Children in cages, taken from their mothers,
who walked across harsh deserts of false hope,
seeking new opportunities to work,
stare at the blank wall of forgotten dreams
and watch Avengers fighting civil war
to save humanity on Planet Earth
from aliens invading from strange worlds,
when Iron Man protects Democracy.
Children in cages, aching to run free
with swift horses on meadows by the sea,
pray for Captain America to help,
but he is out busy saving the world
with Iron Man and Thor in distant land,
battling terrorists in destructive wars
to enforce security of world peace
by maintaining power of wealthy elite.
Children in cages wait by silent windows,
and recall how they crossed the harsh Waste Land,
following the pillar of fire by night
and the pillar of cloud by day on quest
to find the Promised Land of Milk and Honey,
but Moses sends the police to arrest them
because they try to climb the Wall of Heaven
and locks their children in the cage of fear.
© Surazeus
2018 08 16
Children in cages reach out their small hands
and call out the names of their faceless mothers
in voices of birds that beat fragile wings
against hard indifferent bars of despair
in rows of buildings built from bricks and bones
surrounded by barbed wire of writhing snakes
who shriek wordless horror in desert wind
that skips humming around the prison camp.
Children in cages crouch along bare walls
alone in silence of unspoken hope,
stringless puppets waiting for stern command
from faceless authority of strict law
that flaps on vulture wings of hungry horror
and circles buildings of the prison camp
that no one driving by on roads can see,
vanished in harsh sunlight on desert sand.
Children in cages exchange secret names
in clandestine code of quiet defiance
while listening to lectures on self-reliance
though they had gone to Texas every year
to pick crops for large canning factories
producing corn, peas, and cranberry sauce
which Americans eat at Thanksgiving feast
and thank Jesus for this bountiful harvest.
Children in cages hold hands and sing hymns
they heard their parents sing in stone cathedrals,
hoping their voices shatter thick brick walls
like Joshua at the walls of Jericho,
but no angels descend on wings of fire
to free them from the barbed-wire prison camp
so they can play games of chase by the river
where men in jeeps shoot at ghosts in the desert.
Children in cages march down chilly halls,
ignoring Big Brother on bare gray walls
who glares at them with ever-watching eyes
so they hide wild spirits behind bland masks
when they gather in large gymnasium
to chant ennobling patriotic hymns
in imperial language they do not understand
while saluting flag striped with blood of war.
Children in cages, taken from their mothers,
who walked across harsh deserts of false hope,
seeking new opportunities to work,
stare at the blank wall of forgotten dreams
and watch Avengers fighting civil war
to save humanity on Planet Earth
from aliens invading from strange worlds,
when Iron Man protects Democracy.
Children in cages, aching to run free
with swift horses on meadows by the sea,
pray for Captain America to help,
but he is out busy saving the world
with Iron Man and Thor in distant land,
battling terrorists in destructive wars
to enforce security of world peace
by maintaining power of wealthy elite.
Children in cages wait by silent windows,
and recall how they crossed the harsh Waste Land,
following the pillar of fire by night
and the pillar of cloud by day on quest
to find the Promised Land of Milk and Honey,
but Moses sends the police to arrest them
because they try to climb the Wall of Heaven
and locks their children in the cage of fear.
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