in the shadows

of the border

where the sun

crushes souls

they hunt the

hungry and helpess

cracking

indigenous skulls

mothers

scream

in agony

children

dragged

away

those who

survive

and escape

live in fear

of the police

state

fck ice and bury the border

chinga ice y enterremos las frontera

fck ice and bury the border

chinga ice y enterremos las frontera

fck ice and bury the border

chinga ice y enterremos las frontera

fck ice and bury the border

chinga ice y enterremos las frontera

what if the

barbed wire

was torn

replaced by

gardens

of corn

a home for

all to work

and play

peacefully

secured

and sustained

the fence

that once

divided

now a

forest of

crops

violence

on both

sides

forever

can be

stopped