"...& Other Stories By Our Stolen Children"
The youngest of us were forcefully taken from our classrooms. Spirited away by ideologues who believed only in what they could wrench from the praying hands of people who sought peace. Elsewhere. When the virus swept through our town, it dragged us from the embraces of our mothers' arms, and into the sterile sadness of hospital wards that could not conceal us from the dark. Meanwhile, at the edges the Mediterranean, some of us were washed-up on the shores. Separated from homes that were miles across the desert. Separated from families that were miles beneath the waves.
We are the children of migration. Some of us were the victims of cruel circumstance and crueler men. Many of us were taken before our time.
But we are here. And from beyond the skies, our voices will guide you, if you listen. As we forever sing.