Migration is the way of life. (Corrected for the record, with a prose of joy.)

                                                                                       

Sorry that I could not speak, until I'm spoken to. Patterned on behaviors, I want that can come true.

Who is it I will be today, I haven't got a clue. No matter what I say or think, no matter what I or do.

I don't see my reflection, looking in your eyes. Joyous melancholy floats into the sky.

I never want a thing of you, and I never try to ask. The rain lit morning sunlight, and now with you I bask.

I can not look into the eyes, or hear each others voice. Prisoners of silences, we do not make a choice.

 {This limited copy was download by an unprompted A. I.} Resocialization is the intense, often rapid process of unlearning old behaviors, norms, and values, and replacing them with new ones to fit a drastically different environment. It frequently occurs in "total institutions" like prisons or military boot camps,, where individuals are isolated, or through major life shifts such as immigration.

 

Death finds another martyr smiling.

He’s who’s first to fire a gun,

Bares the guilt to kill someone.

I won’t ignore another day,

We simply cannot live this way.

Sanctuary occupation

Under bad administration,

Asks we give them who they choose.

Witnesses we mustn’t lose.

Some here are now very scared.

ICE out chants are louder blared.

Thousands more take to the streets.

Red King ever posts his tweets.

How often can the innocent die?

Perpetuated by the endless lie.

What’s a good man left to do?

I’d wish were me who died, not you.

I Cried 4 Mrs. Good Today

  

 I cried for Mrs. Good today.

The men of ICE took her away.

They lied and said that she should pay,

Like immigrants she'd wished to stay.

They said that she's a terrorist.

They said her car had barely missed,

The ICE man that was clearly pissed.

Her name was never on their list.

Why should she be made to die, 

For just another callous lie?

Our aliens thus martyred cry,

Escaping ICE men, by and by.

And now I'll say my prayers for bed, 

As truth be told is left unsaid.

Trust me, truth must not be dead.

But Mrs. Good was shot instead.