They arrived at the stroke of dawn, boots on the ground,
shadows stretching long across silent towns.
No warning, no mercy, no time to explain,
just a knock at the door and the echo of names.
A mother cooks, a child still sleeps,
a father steps out—now lost in the streets.
Paper or no paper, it doesn’t seem fair,
when home is a place built from love and from care.
Fear is a whisper that grows into screams,
it chokes in the daylight, it shatters our dreams.
Eyes in the mirror, voices gone numb,
wondering how fast the sirens will come.
Neighbors stop calling, streets turn to ghosts,
who dares to speak when silence costs most?
Laws like cold steel, hearts made of stone,
turning families to strangers, leaving souls all alone.
Tell me, America, land of the free,
is freedom a cage? Is home just a plea?
How do you love when love has no place,
when borders aren’t lines but the end of a race?
They came in the morning, and no one could hide,
but fear cannot live where hope still survives.
