Brisenia Flores & Her Dad Junior (In Memorial) Poem by Luke Easter

Brisenia Flores & Her Dad Junior (In Memorial)



Evening departs on May 30th 2009, as nightfall arrives,
And with the stars setting in, gone, two innocent lives,
Watchdog group Minutemen American Defense, MAD,
A break in, shots,9 year-old daughter,29 year-old dad.

Murdered! In, 'Cold Blood' on a summer night for warm,
Arivaca, Arizona desert heat becomes blood filled storm,
Shawna Forde,41, Robert Gaxiola,42, & Jason Bush 34,
Disguised as law enforcement officers, through the door.

Forde is suspected of plotting the killings in order to raise,
Money for her vigilante group, to fund their hateful ways,
Raul Junior Flores and his daughter, Brisenia. Deceased!
Solitude country life, when you hear rural you think peace.

Desperation quivered through a threatened voice to 911,
Maybe one of disbelief as well or could even be stunned,
The militants believed Flores sold drugs, some easy cash,
Hey, not only steal his money he might even have a stash.

Two of them arrested had ties conducting border patrols,
What it had to do with first-degree murder, who knows?
Could they shout, “Freeze! Police, where are the drugs? ”
So, no longer Chicago, LA, Detroit, Arivaca has thugs?

Federation for American Immigration Reform, FAIR?
Ain’t no fairness in an intrusion with blood everywhere,
After the initial killings the thieves returned to the home,
Finding mom but a gun now by her side no longer alone.

Can’t imagine what went on in her mind after the attack,
Even during but she made ready in case they came back,
Being wounded herself returning fire an assailant was hit,
Her husband along with their daughter, not about to quit.

21 months later as it usually is with justice it takes a while,
Valentine’s Day,2011, found guilty, two counts at her trial,
Shouting! “Please don’t shoot me, ” the nine year old cried,
With the exact same vigilante justice, Shawna should die.

Hands behind her back, helpless, firing squad with a twist,
As marksmen are only three feet away zero chance to miss,
No one fires a blank cartridge same chance the Flores’ got,
She is associated with justice being FAIR, and is this not?

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