In the vast, unbroken sky,
Planets converge—ancient witnesses
To the cracking whip,
To families bound and broken.
Handcuffed and herded,
They are ushed into waiting planes,
Not to join the stars,
But to detention centers,
Their futures deported.
Under the brittle moonlight,
shadows move–hunters and hunted.
Feet drag, heavy with miles,
heavy with stories
That no one will ask to hear.
The roundup begins:
And yet, among the chants of division,
I’ve seen no Martians, no Uranians.
Only mothers, fathers, children—
Behind clouds of indifference.
The planets, timeless and solemn,
Draws no borders, cast no blame
Their silence deepens,
An ancient omen of our reckoning,
As we etch mistakes
Again and again
In the dust of the earth.
Ring of Fire 
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