The raging desert ravages the lost
Refugee, immigrant, exilee... tread on
Fathers, brothers, sisters, lovers what cost
Your children take to escape death at dawn
Week 3
The raging sunbeam ravages the boy
Elements relentless, inflict their strife
King Fear reigns, “Water? Gangs? You I’ll destroy.”
Heat exhaustion, pain, pleading God for his life
Week 4
Raging gangs ravage the calico crew
Bloody, battered, bandage Nameless wounds
Robbed, raped, resigned- no one is good nor true
wonder if their death waits in Nameless tombs
Week 5
The raging thirst ravages rambling bones
Terrible thirst, child saints stumble along
Sinking slowly to deep abyss, unknowns
Dehydration.. hallucination.. Mom?
Week 6
A raging illness ravages two dears
Faceless boys in the faceless group collapse
“Leave us to die”, too dry for bitter tears
Nameless dying carried on Nameless backs
Week 7
“America the free we see!” they cry
Quiet white sky rages Nameless behind
Yesterday the two were left to die
Look left. Patrol. Refugees are confined.
1 year
Raging guards ravage the despised detained
Isolated, cold, deplorable blocks
“Apply for asylum? In hell remain
‘America the free we see!’ now mocks”
1 year- alternate ending
The raging love ravages the home
Orphan boys lawlessly find some peace
Raging love, for lawlessness, atone
“Rest now.” Eyes closed. See Nameless boys deceased.
*Poem inspired by true events. The friend who inspired this poem lived out the alternate ending, but far too many live out the first.