Tyranny needs scapegoats souls in exile, a threat to liberty a footstep, an unfulfilled angst friends and family left behind, with both hands broken when hopes and fears, are shipped to the unknown. By land or sea , through dust and foam screams muffled by silence and blindness screams muffled by silence and blindness immigration has no name, only echoes of a life left behind like a long insomnia, where coming back ends in forgiveness judging without knowing, blaming the victims Our silence obliterates what we shouldn't accept There's no “social link” when families are scattered compassion over indignation