Merry Christmas From Uncle Sam and Aunt Kirstjen (political poetry)

The poem below came to me while watching the report (at the highlighted link) by Democracy Now  of the latest anti-human atrocities committed by the Trump Administration at the southern border. It's difficult to imagine understanding this is the right way to treat people who need help. But it is the way the United States has decided to treat these people. As I think about the lack of response from the American People it almost seems as if a spell has been cast keeping them from demanding an end to this anti-human behavior in their name.   We the American People are better than this, at least I think so...I hope so.
This institutionalized inhumanity denies any claim to Christianity.  I've written a number of poems on the topic.
Here's a couple of them "The Oasis Is Off Limits" and "The Death Of Love".  
Enjoy the poem I wrote this morning. Pass it on if you so desire.

Merry Christmas From Uncle Sam and Aunt Kirstjen

The lines of so many people, a ragamuffin bunch,

rags are all they have to their name except their faces,

fearful eyes, empty stomachs, weary legs and their hope that tomorrow they will have food to eat

and a place to sleep…

lines of fathers, mothers, aunts, uncles, nieces,

children in arms and hand in hand

are put to sleep in cages

and others are laid to rest in the earth. 

Meanwhile in Washington Kirstjen Nielsen,

under oath, has no idea

how many in the lines have died

while she was watching over them.

Her job is to keep us safe from ragamuffin ruffians 

and it's distressing

that the people just don't understand

that there's a wall yet to make
before America is great.

© David H. Roche 2018

(note last line of poem added)