They cross the fence
They cross the fence
To get to the land of plenty
And a white kind of happiness
But their skin is brown
And some darker still
The African blood they carry
They travel the deserted desert
Past Brittle bush and familial cactus
To reach the city where the streets
Are paved with a kinder misery
Where they can fide in the community of their own
Who can fault them, who in his heart is so harden
Other then the racist among us
They are quick to birth babies
Who will be called American
And heir to the good life
The crows come north of the border
They pass the check point gates
They only respect crow’s laws and rules
Learned in nature’s school
Of the way to live in the wilderness
And so the babies grows
Speaking English as a second tongue
And they graduate high school
But for collage they can not get
Financial aid
Because their mothers are called illegal
This is the American way
Blame the child for his father’s wrong
Remember the Alamo is the cry that still
Rings in the American’s ear
Forget Wounded Knee
The force march across the south
Pass racist faces
That has no doubts that only the whites
Built this country
Forget the sweat of blacks
For get all but the Europeans
Forget, forget, for get is the battle call
America you will get as good as you gave
History is fair that way.
poem by David E. Patton
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