Rising from childhood in cracked pealing hands - Back breaking in the field of beans in the burning sun - A Mexican seek for open opportunities in America - With his wife flowing with the hush of the safari - Standing like a cactus with a wooden tanned basket in the crippled back - A bamboo hand sew hat blocking the heat wave - Looking onward beyond the coast of America - Holding a dirty, naked child in the sore arm of a Mexican boiling fingers - The child starves for fresh milk and tears watered The brown skin into a tiny cleared white face - Alerting for guards - The Mexican creep and crawl - Opium the child from fewer calls - While stripping between the steep rocks at the illustrative valley of the Colorado River - Leading damp foot marks in the soggy sand - With the treacherous heat breaking down the skin cells - The channel ahead looked awful - The Mexican and the child critiquing - Coming to rest under the overhang stone bridge - And the child consumed the water in the leather jog - And the Mexican closed his eyes from the drowsy winds - The lane to possibilities still yet far - As beans shrinking and liquids shortening - There is no forwarding - The Mexican startles with confusion - And kissed the starving son - As the son blinks at the hawk in the falling sun - Under the cooling shadows of the mountain - Cuddling the last strength to find shields to a seed - The Mexican was shot as the right foot Crossed the border into another street - The child gestured onto the powder dust Into the land of America - Then, the body of the destitute Mexican was left to the old, dried desert - The Mexican has found the treasure In a Mexican Dream to America -Birth sign: Scorpio
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