They came
asking only for a chance,
a chance at freedom from poverty,
freedom from corruption,
freedom from their state-owned lives
They came
any way they could
On foot or packed in vans
in the dead of night
in the hell-like desert heat
They came
to be productive
and send ‘dollars’ home
to provide food and few luxuries
to those who could not come
But too many came
language became a barrier
resources became drained
laws were broken and ignored
Those who came, became fugitives
What was to be
the ‘land of opportunity’
became a land of fear
Not because they came,
– because too many came
freedom from corruption indeed! perhaps, someday… nice poem by the way…. katara
katara,
You have an excellent point — we do have our share of corruption here but, from what I understand, corruption is rampant at every level of life in Mexico.
Thanks for you comment and complement.
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