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.
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