Yes!

Do you remember
the fenced off land
near the Texas border town?
The place with the tents
and the guards at the gate?
Do you remember?

Not a resort.
No golf course or pool.
Camp?  No, that misses the mark.
A playground, amusement park?
What name should I apply?

Ask the people
who live there each day
under rules that restrict and control,
behind fences and walls secured from the world.
Line them up and ask them all:
"Would you like to see your family again?"
"Do you miss them here in this place?"

On the Mexican border
a strange roar was heard
near the place where the
innocents live.
The earth-shaking roar
resembled the sound
of a Texas tornado
reaching its crest.
And the sound was clearly a heart breaking 
"Yes!"

So say the 14,000 kids, each
guilty of being a child with no home,
confined without a family to care,
no familial arms to love and embrace.
Their crime is their color,
the language they speak,
ethnicity, heritage,
race.
14,000 children lost,
perhaps forgotten,
in the maze of news headlines
and latest events.

I wonder how kindly they'll remember
these days when they're twenty
and angry at life?
Along with the wonderful things
we have done as a nation
of reasonable folks,
we've made some big
mistakes, too.

The children's confinement
on the Mexican line may
come back to haunt
our worst dreams.

Does anyone remember
the Tornillo town
where children
wonder and
wait?

14,000