A mother screams, a child's last cling,
No parting bells, just anguish's sting.
No court to hear, no judge to weigh,
Just snatched, then vanished, in broad day.
"For common good!" the leaders chant,
Ignoring every fervent rant
Of broken hearts, of lives undone,
Beneath a cruel and indifferent sun.
The dream they sought, now dust and bone,
Their cries unheard, their future sown
In cold exile, a foreign land.
Cast off and lost, by harsh command.
Today their name, a whispered dread,
But legal bounds are quickly shed.
That "illegal" word, they taught you well,
Becomes the chain, where your kin will fall.
When justice fades, for just a few,
The same harsh hand will come for you.
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