Are You American? A sequel

And three more men of black come back in through the door
Father's already gone
Where is the child?
There

They come to you
and because your mother tried
you try
and try
but you could only try less as they drag you by the arm
your legs scraping across the carpeted floor

The suitcase your mom made you take is in sight
But they won't let you take it because they said no
And your arm is in pain
And you're clawing at the carpet trying to hold onto your life