Prison Wallpaper
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In 2022 El Salvador's President Nayib Bukele plunged into a régimen de excepción - a state of exception - and declared war against gangs. There has been torture, unreported deaths, and systematic disappearances. They suspended fundamental rights like freedom of assembly and association, the right to legal representation, and the right to see a judge within 72 hours of detention. The age of criminals was lowered to 12. Trump has also been involved in transferring innocent prisoners to El Salvador—Rolling Stone
They get $6 million for excepting anyone in America with tats! Noem, of Homeland Security said the images captured during her tour of the prison were intentionally shared with the public to communicate the consequences facing those who threaten American communities. She also said “The only people allowed in that prison are terrorists” (?) she continues… “People need to see that image. They need to see that the U.S. is going to use every tool we have to make communities safer. What of the mistaken, Noam? Have you foreseen it’d happen in front of our very eyes? didn’t she so much as ask and say, ‘By the way, you got this one guy. We messed up. Can we have him back, please?’ nope. It’s no place for migrants
Puckered up
Encage us we are of collective souls
Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls
Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans
in torture dungeons, in faraway lands
Mistaken for us are the migrants
who don’t belong in our black hole,
ripped from their family’s arms,
and broken, it has a toll
Try to discern, unchain me,
give me the time of day
I’ve not done any of what you say
I’m here, do you not see me?
I’m tucked in all of your publicity
Before us you stand prestigious -n- tall,
your toughness shared inside our halls
Donning is the blood red Maga cap a telling of your gang
and Jackboots as they were worn by the Sturmabteilung
Wings reinforced by the sword’s blows, in your case
against the chains that contain, and any empathy inside
Keeping you safe an expressionless speech,
seal the deal it shall seal my unmerciful fate
Judged and sentenced without any assemblance
I see right through your imminent coarse leather, and
by the end of your reign, hard you’ll fall
And later the field forces in which you thrive
rotting torn in shreds, but still alive,
as shall be fathers ripped away from family
Have you not exhausted every remedy for me?
Infection is your reasoning,
concede for me and it shall be litigation of guilt
Rewards you’ve given, they’ve taken
and so, forsaken I be
Regardless of it, they have me in error,
as prison wallpaper
I work in the fields, a visa allows it
I wear pastel colors, a straw hat covers
possessing no tats, what of straw hats
What of straw hats?
Copyright © I Am Anaya | Year Posted 2025
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