Friday, November 29, 2019

Border Control


See my papers at the point 
you wanna search me, plant a joint?
You see my face from far away
 already know what you will say.
You see my hair 
my skin my boots
You got opinions 
bout my roots,
Think i’m coming to pick fruit?
I’d like to stay, you’d rather shoot.


Tried the straight route
tried the line
Stood there for days 
with papers signed.
While those denied 
walked past and cried
Aloud the sound 
of agonized
Asylum seekers
Hot tip leakers
farmers, mothers, drivers, preachers.
Plead their case, every day weaker
400 miles on foot and bleaker


is the future.
They put sutures
Over wounds from sponsored shooters,


They call troopers.
While drug movers
While the looters 
Give their rhetoric a booster. 
only maneuver 


Is to run! Run child and leap 
The fence, or crawl, stow or creep
out of this land they work to keep
A ruined model for some speech
A tattered nation schools will teach
The blood of millions? they’ll use bleach.


White wash the story
-mandatory.
Build another laboratory
In some foreign territory
Privatized by predatory 


Cooks of poison, pushing sin
Sip their blood as you cash in.
On the news, trying not to grin,
I came to play fair, but you’d rather win.
I know the rules
you got tools
To walk your borders, 
staff your schools
Wave your flag like prideful fools
Keep up the masquerade for ghouls.
I’d rather live free and work hard
You’d rather deny me a card.
How can I 
respect the process 
When all levels 
block our progress?
Back in line, or back of truck?
Stay and starve or run and duck?
Dodge a minuteman or stuck?
Sound like the choices of the fucked.
Tired, hungry, wearing thin,
I could play fair, but you’d rather win.


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