Who's Next?

Who's Next?

A Poem by Bob B

You'd better mind your p's and q's

And pay attention to the news

Or you'll be stuck forevermore

In a prison in El Salvador.

 

Trump has made a special deal

With that country, and it's real.

And CECOT° gets Trump's rubber stamp

For being a concentration camp.

 

Deportees are being--you see--

Sent there quite illegally.

Watch out if you have a tattoo,

For Trump might say good-bye to you,

 

And off to the prison you'll be flown,

Down there in the torrid zone.

Forget due process; it doesn't exist

For those on Trump's get-rid-of list.

 

People with even a legal status

Are victims of Trump's apparatus

Of hate and fear and terror and find

Themselves locked up in a real bind.

 

Once you're there, your rights have ceased.

Most likely, you won't be released.

Even if they admit mistakes,

The government says, Hey, that's the breaks.

 

Today deportees; tomorrow who knows

Will join the prisoners. That's how it goes

When autocrats are in control

And total power is their goal.

 

-by Bob B (4-17-25)

 

°Centro de Confinamiento del Terrorismo (Terrorism Confinement Center)

© 2025 Bob B


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