2,000 migrant children
Being held against their will
No guardian or parent
Told, “ be quiet and be still!”

Terrified and frightened
No one seems to care
Taken from their mother’s arms
None of this is fair.

Fleeing from oppression
Threats of death and poverty
Thought that they’d be welcomed
In the land of liberty.

“Please tell me, where my mother is
She was shackled and handcuffed
Please let us be together
What will become of us?

Don’t send her back…. without me
I don’t want to be alone
I need to find my mother
Please don’t send her home.

There are vicious men there waiting
They have guns and they have knives
They were going to kill us
We had to flee to save our lives.

Won’t you please show us some mercy
Please don’t lock the gate
Help me find my mother
Before, it is too late”.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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