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The Separation

In my country, gangs of fiends own the night. In my country, we lived broken lives of torment. My family fled with little but our naked terror. Bleeding and blistered, our feet carried us hundreds of miles. But I always had my familia. We migrated in trucks, never sure we could trust coyotes. We roamed scorching desert, never sure we would find food or water. Sometimes we waited until nightfall, hidden from view. We were nocturnal prey on winding dirt roads, never sure if we would be killed. But I always had my familia. Our bellies choking from hunger, our desolate depletion, the final forces delivering us to the border. So distant my country, so remote in this unearthly place where we were captured by armed strangers, where we were divided by strangers. Today, I no longer have my familia. This day is glass shattering and the shards cut me open like a skinned rat. Today I am that bawling baby paralyzed by panic. Today I am that shrieking child trembling in terror. Today I am that adolescent crowded in a cage. Today I am that tortured toddler crying himself to sleep. Published: Dissident Voice 11/8/20

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Date: 11/13/2020 7:03:00 PM
Your poem expresses the physical and emotional pain the immigrants have to endure and their courage to face uncertainty. There so many immigrants going through the pain and uncertainty around the world. Thank you for writing this piece. I hope this resonates to the readers to have compassion.
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Thomas Wells
Date: 11/13/2020 8:00:00 PM
Thank you very much! I draw inspiration and hope from your comment. I think we are all a part of the same human family and the U.S. is a nation of immigrants. Whether we are new arrivals or trace our heritage back several generations, we all should have the capacity to understand the immigrant experience. Have a great evening!
Date: 11/4/2020 5:11:00 PM
Your poem is a heartfelt expression of horrific circumstances endured by the unfortunate. Beautifully rendered piece and thank you for following me.
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Date: 11/4/2020 8:07:00 PM
Hi Franci, Thanks so much! I look forward to reading your work. Take care.
Date: 11/4/2020 4:31:00 PM
I can't imagine your pain! I can pray for you and your familia! Today......you are their advocate! Your pen is like a sword!
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Thomas Wells
Date: 11/4/2020 8:03:00 PM
Thank you for your prayers! I believe we are all a part of the human family. Take care.
Date: 11/4/2020 1:19:00 PM
Thomas, This poems sheds light on some of the rights and wrongs endured in our world. We can do better. BTW, did anyone tell you that you resemble Bob Hope? -Richard
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Date: 11/4/2020 4:21:00 PM
Hi Richard, We can do much better. I agree. I can't say I have had anyone suggest I look like Bob Hope. Have a great day!
Date: 11/4/2020 11:21:00 AM
So sorry for the horrific times you and your family went through, I hope you’ve found the peace that’s deserved by every human who arrives on this earth. Belle
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Date: 11/4/2020 11:43:00 AM
Hi Belle, I appreciate your expression of compassion. I should point out that this poem is not about my own horrific times. It attempts to capture the horror experienced by immigrants from South and Central American fleeing their countries and arriving at the southern U.S. border. Thank you for your comments. Have a great day!