The phone pings
they notify us before dropping their bombs
“We aren’t trying to kill you”, they contend.
There is nowhere to run to.
The borders are closed.
Your papers are worthless
Global South citizen with American dreams.
“We protect you”, they insist.
They think of it as some kind of democratic act
some kind of fascist courtesy
Does it matter?
For a brief moment, you catch your breath laughing at a meme
Tomorrow is another day
Groundhog Day, Groundhog life, Groundhog history.
You share the last piece of bread for this week
“You should count your blessings”, they sneer.
It will get better when…When?
You live in the wrong place
In your prison by the sea
Set ablaze by a proselytic Sun
Your dreams burning at the stake
Your sun-kissed skin is no longer a blessing.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned
It doesn’t matter who you are
A lifetime is not long enough
To build something,
To find love,
To lose love,
To stand on your two legs,
To prove you are Human,
To escape your prison by the sea.