Zero Tolerance

Tuesday, July 09, 2019 - By: Ana C, Hope ‘22

The following is the winner of the Term 2 Melhuish Writing competition in which Grade 9 students were required to write a ballad.

Where is my son? The father asked.

From screaming he was sore

Eyes looked at him behind a mask

No one could tell him more.

The agents shrugged. One made a call.

“Your son’s not coming back,”

They threw him up against a wall

His heart stopped in its track.

Too far away, in Delaware

A little boy arrives

He knows to speak he mustn’t dare

To make it out alive.

And there he was, this little boy

Alone in parts unknown

He’d never owned a single toy

And yet he longed for home.

The agent’s shift ended at four

His face showed no remorse

Tomorrow he’ll be back for more

Strict laws he must enforce.

And so he turns his TV on

He’s done enough today

Those immigrants are long past gone

God Bless the USA.

Where is my son? The father asked.

From pleading he was sore

Eyes looked at him behind a mask

His son he’d see no more.

Ana C, Hope ‘22

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