Where Is The Rage

Where is all the rage For placing a child in a cage, Treating them not as a child But, as a beast from the wild. Putting them behind iron bars What if that child was ours, What would you and I then do Would we let them stay as an animal in a zoo. They scream for their mother's and fathers But, to their captors they're prisoners and bothers, Treating them and seeing them like a tramp In a hateful, filthy concentration camp. Don't you dare criticize or blame their parents "Free the children"! scream the declarants, All they wanted was a home to rest their head Now they can in a filthy prison bed. Now let's all fill up all the Church's pews Let's not us forget about the treatment of the Jews, As they too were hated and locked up in jails No one cared then for the children's prayers and wails. I blame not the government or ice Where their souls and integrity has a price, I don't blame them for their evil or for a child's tears I blame the people, with their fingers in their ears. Randy L. McClave