Cold Hands, Warmer Heart

Flashbangs in the fridge

Guns on the crib pics

Kick doors

Break toys

Call that “statistics”

Badge on your chest

Fear in your clipboard

Tough in the vest

Shaking at the airport

You hunt names

I see neighbors

You chase papers

I see labor

You raid beds

We lose fathers

You clock hours

We count daughters

You ain’t brave

You’re just armed

Hide your face behind that “law” on your arm

Cold hands

Colder heart

Tear a home apart

But every name you try to mark

Leaves a scar on your own damn heart

You ain’t right

You’re just loud

Big truck

Small soul

Fake proud

Cold hands

Colder heart

Tear a home apart

We remember every door you scar

You can’t deport who we are

You say “orders”

I hear “excuses”

You say “process”

I see bruises

Clipboard cowboy

Scared of a backpack

Terrified

Of a lunch pail and a knapsack

You raid at 5

We still rise at 6

You steal dads

We teach kids the tricks

You write threats

We write letters

You wear frost

We wear sweaters

You ain’t brave

You’re just armed

Hide your face behind that “law” on your arm

Cold hands

Colder heart

Tear a home apart

But every name you try to mark

Leaves a scar on your own damn heart

You ain’t right

You’re just loud

Big truck

Small soul

Fake proud

Cold hands

Colder heart

Tear a home apart

We remember every door you scar

You can’t deport who we are