Today I watched the children play
in a field across the street
They jumped around chasing butterflies
so innocently sweet
I remember chasing butterflies
on backyard Summer days
fluttering scenes of hopes and dreams
and how it felt to play
But who would teach a child to dream
while winding up a clock
poised to show their time is up
with such alarming shock
Only then to tell them
they were never worthy of
everything they've ever dreamed
and what they learned to love
Imagine the confusion
surely racing through their minds
An excommunication of
the innocent, maligned
thrust into their foreign lands
with little to survive
living through their nightmares
of the dreams they've been denied
D.A.C.A. Americas "Dreamers"
The world awaits our fated stray
will compassion win the day?
Or will we once again display
American values have lost their way?
Copyright © Jeannie Amos | Year Posted 2018
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