RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: IMMIGRATION
Behind Razor Wire
They come from Nicaragua
From Bolivia and Columbia
Individuals and families seeking
Asylum in the home of the free
How different are they
From you and me?
They’re not asking for a free pass
They are asking for a fair hearing
They don’t want a handout
They want a chance to realize
Just a small piece of the
American dream
They live behind fences
Lined with razor wire
They subsist in tents
Through all kinds of weather
Waiting for their turn
To cross the border and
Make their case
They have lived for years
Under these conditions
They could give up and go home
But they choose to stay
Because living in tents behind
Razor wire is better than going home
To face gangs and oppressors
They only want a decent life
They only want to breathe free
Are they really so different
From you and me?
As conditions grow worse
As the criminals and gangs invade
Making camp life hell
Stealing and kidnapping
Bribing and raping
Some do return home
To seek refuge there
Others hire smugglers and coyotes
With what little they can gather
Gambling on a prayer
Ending up in trucks and vans
Desperate and abandoned
On the barren desert land
They do what they can
For themselves and for their families
Are they really so different
From you and me?
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