As I look through the fence At the Land of suspence I wonder If my life makes sense Everyday is a struggle In this 3rd world bubble It's hard 2 make money When you days aren't sunny But I know I have 2 do it From the hill where I sit I look for the hogs, I look for the dogs, The coast is clear as I tremble in fear Walking through this valley, I wonder if I'll survive But it's the 9-5 & I'm comin' all the way live Suddenly I see them While they see me like a shining gem I run as fast as I can From the hunters sent by the man If it's surviving the game Then for those foolish pigs, what a shame As I see the river, I prepare 2 dive Like a Charlotte Hornet, I flash from the hive I've finally lost those suckers But wait, What about all those other Motherfuckers? In this land of opportunity, will I get a shot? Or like Wayne's World will they tell me - Not! It's up 2 God what my fate will be But if you stick around, you just might see
Reason for writing:
This poem was wriiten 2 have a better understanding of the
Refugee coming from Mexico or anywhere else in the World.
This poem goes out 2 all the Raza out there caught up in
the Struggle.
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