Love Poem: Mass deportation
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Written by: Clinsman Busaka

Mass deportation

'make sure everything is well packed son'
Yes, Mother I have everything 
This has always been your dream 
Ever heard of the dreamers?
Yes, mother I want to make you proud 
Well then your flight is almost 
Go thee to land of opportunity 
Go study, but come back 
For we need you,
Yes, mother I want to change our lives

He did as told and made the mother proud
First in his class, an outstanding validatoria
But he never returned home
A land promised him a great future 
Back home is all struggles
Back home is all corruption 
Back home we all languish in poverty 
Back home there's indecisiveness

What better choice than to stay behind?
I Will get the job I dreamt of 
The salary I drooled upon
The fancy apartment not back home
The beauty seen only on television 
But son, go back and help your country change!
No, I am staying!

No job, he was laid off after scrubble at work 
No house, he can't afford the house rent
No phone, had to sell to find something to eat
No money, can't run back home to save myself either.
A walking undocumented immigrant 
What shall save you?
You're a suspect for the killings 
You're a suspect for trafficking 
You're a suspect for homicides
You're a suspect for rapes
You're a suspect for mobbing 

Did you commit these crimes?
No, the only one I committed was being an immigrant 
Trusting this place to be a place for My dreams
I abandoned my home to come here.
But sorry you, it's deportation time 
Go back to your country 
Go help your country stand on it's knees
That's why you're educated.