We sit in comfort
and watch them there,
from the safe repose
of our easy chair.
As close as our screen
yet still far away,
“Gimme the remote.
Who was taken today?”
Hearing their cries,
and their children’s too,
we applaud the act,
as good citizens do.
We make up ways,
to justify,
these heinous crimes,
at least we try.
“Where are they now,
which city today?”
As long as it’s blue,
we’ve nothing to say.
“Another immigrant
thinks he can run.”
Watch as he’s tackled,
as though it is fun.
We somehow ignore
the brutality there,
as we sip our drink
in our easy chair.
“Who are these people?
Get out of the way.
The troops have a quota,
of victims today.”
“Don’t try to resist,
You’ll get what’s coming.”
We say as we watch
agents start pummeling.
We watch as reports
begin to surface;
neglect and abuse,
torture with purpose.
To all of those,
sitting idly by,
ignoring the cries
of those who die,
the day will come
for those you love,
and then for you,
the ICE cold glove.
Your house left empty,
it’s silent there.
Not but a remote
in your easy chair.
~ elr
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