Papers, please. They say you’re here legally.
We’ll see about that. We’re obliged to defend
America from an invasion of those
Who think unapproved thoughts. Yes, that includes you.
Our records show you once besmirched our right
To further genocide in the name of freedom.
What ingratitude! We let you come here
Into the greatest country that ever was
And you decide that we’re no longer free
To do anything we want to anyone
For any reason. Being American
Means never having to say you’re sorry.
You say you’re peaceful and legal. Unlikely.
You have suspiciously dark skin. How long
Has that been the case? You didn’t mention
That on your application to study here.
You think you have a right to threaten us
By attacking our foreign policy
Du jour? We have an infallible right
To change our minds, our allies or our socks.
Our approach is whatever works for us
Today or tomorrow. We never track
The harm we cause, the innocents who die.
If we file you with the deceased, so what?
Stop whining about due process. We make the rules,
And anyway the Department of Nazi Lite
Decides such things, not some fool lawyer or judge.
Let me scroll through your phone. Just as I thought,
The names in your contact list are hard to spell,
A sure sign you’re part of a terrorist cell.
We’re going to deport you to a distant land
And then pretend we could never get you back.
That baseball cap and mom tattoo make it clear
You’ll have to disappear. Poof, forever gone.
Take our Constitution and Bill of Rights with you.
They belong in jail for getting in our way.
