How does it end?
From Guatemala, from El Salvador,
�Honduras they travel overland
�with little, with nothing but hope
�out of terror, from rape and murder
�
with daughters and sons. babies
�they hope they’re carrying to safety.
�They believe the old promises.
�Here you will be safe, here there’s
�
work no white American wants.
�You’ll save to save family members.
�This will be a home forever.
�Here you will not cower in fear.
�
They cross and are treated
�worse than thieves, shoved
�into overcrowded camps, into
�cages like dogs no one wants.
�
Here the children they fled so far
�to save are ripped from them
�penned like sheep, alone in crowds
�crying, confused, terrified again.
�
Oh, Emma Lazarus, could you see,
�would you recognize this country?
�France, you must take back that lady
�with her now extinguished torch.
�
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