You took me from my mother
You put me in a cage
I cried all night, was terrified
We just wanted to be saved.

We were running from the cartel
But you ripped me from her arms
You put my mom in handcuffs
Then you put her behind bars.

You took me to a building
With strangers in uniforms
I cried myself to sleep at night
I was told I must conform.

We came here to seek asylum
To the land of the brave and free
What has happened to your government?
What will become of me?

My mother is a victim
My family tortured and abused
Where is Lady liberty?
I am feeling so confused.

We were looking for protection
We made it to the United States
Hoping to find refuge, but
Seems we’ve made a big mistake.

My mother’s now in prison
They’ll send her back from where we came
They’ll rape, torture, then kill her
Then I’ll be left alone again.

I heard them talk about the man
That was going to make America great
Guess the ones that voted for him
Have also made a big mistake!


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

4 thoughts on “LADY LIBERTY”

  1. Victims of a nation living in fear…so sad… thanks for sharing…

    “What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?”
    ― Mahatma Gandhi

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