As I told my friend Robert, mexico is an extremely rich country,
In terms of natural resources.
however mexico has a class sytem that discriminates against their own people.
In mexico the rich are always getting richer and the poor are starving.
America is just acros the border so the indigents cross merely to survive.
The poem is a satirical piece directed at some in the media,
That label all illegal immigrants violent criminals.
I live eight miles from the border and here it is a daily occurrance,
Ice, and Border Patrol, chasing the vans loaded with illegal cargo.
And more often than not there is an accident and children and women are killed.
The Coyotes(the smugglers) and the men usually survive and run.
Some are caught some are not.
But these people are about as violent as a party balloon.
mexico is very corrupt and the only way to fix the problem,
Is to play hardball with their government.
The illegals are playing a game they cannot win.
If they remain, they fall victims to the cartels.
If they cross they run the risk of dying in a variety of terrible ways.
Only the filthy rich that can move at will and spend their time traveling abroad are actually safe.
The government is corrupt to the point that it is visible to anyone.
There is nothing hidden anymore, it's all out in the open,
Like it or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we forget we are all immigrants here.... anyone willing to work should be allowed... everyone should be afforded the dignity of hope.... as for the drug dealers and the corrupt government officials, and the elite rich who got there by abusing the rights of others, they should be tried, and convicted!