Way’Of Transnational Penal Colony

CECOT is not cryptic
Human Rights are known by everyone, every child
Somewhere in the heart, it is known
What torture camps entail is the abandonment of civilization
American enforced disappearances
Who at the door will stand in the way’of these violations of the soul
In the passageways for dormant release
Sleeping next to a dead body
Another anonymous person
Who hadn’t spoken in so long he lost his voice
No criminal record
Complete lawlessness
Trump, another Man of Lawlessness
Gave Americans what they wanted
Never let them forget who they are now
Who we are now, in this day
Shipping those under our protection to El Salvador
For illness, for sickness, for beatings, for brutality, never able to leave
Never able to read
Never able to read
While the world reads about these victims
We are being judged according to our response
The courts will not matter, that has been proven
An “upheaval” I did hear God call for
An “upheaval” is the only course of action
But you will be too frightened
You will not act
You will be next
When you could be in the way’of these abuses, directly interfering
Find your eternal pace
Between tragedy and action