Friday, January 20, 2017

No More Tears

The children were separated
from their parents
whenever they were taken off
to juvenile hall.
They would not cry;
there are no more tears
where they now live.

The rooms are stark
as dormitories,
and there are bars on the windows.
There are places
no one can escape from,
and places everyone wishes
they could go.

I thought my parents
would protect me from your grip,
but I too have wanted
more than is mine.