This is the song of
a Dreamer.
You would be
hard-pressed to find
A more likable
person.
He is one of a kind.
He moved to
California;
From south of the
border he came--
A four-year-old with
his family.
Futuro, we'll say,
was his name.
Futuro's father and
mother
Worked very hard to
provide
A good life for
their children--
Something that
they'd been denied.
Schooling was very
important.
Futuro strove to
excel.
He wanted his
parents to see him
And his three
siblings do well.
His college
graduation
Made his parents so
proud.
The smiles on their
faces were something--
The biggest smiles
in the crowd.
Futuro landed
employment.
Later things went
awry
When a cop pulled
him over
And gave him a DUI.
That's when the
nightmare started
Futuro was able to
see
What it was like to
be treated
Like a detainee.
Belongings were
confiscated.
His hands and feet
were chained,
As if he were a convict
Who had to be
restrained.
They gave him no
information
And moved him from
place to place.
Each detention
center
Was an utter
disgrace.
Conditions were
atrocious.
The rooms were damp
and cold.
The food was barely
edible
After you scraped
off the mold.
Thanks to our
heartless leaders.
Thanks
to the CCA.°
We have detention
centers
Where people are
treated this way.
Such centers often
become
A two- or three-year
address
For many detainees
caught in
A bureaucratic mess.
These for-profit
prisons,
Based on what we
know,
Are an assault on
our freedom.
Let's face it:
they've got to go.
When we civilized
people
Treat human beings
like this--
Worse than we treat
an animal--
There is something
amiss.
Futuro, well, he was
lucky.
He was released on
bail.
Now his fate is in
limbo.
At least he's no
longer in jail.
Must he hide in the
shadows?
Must he be on the
run?
What will it take
for Futuro
To walk in the light
of the sun?
Give Futuro your
blessings.
Give the hopeful
your praise.
May our eyes be
opened.
May we see brighter
days.
(2-24-17) By Bob B
°Corrections Corporation of America
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