We don’t see the blood splattered across their shirts,

Or the cuts on their bare feet from the hundreds of miles

They ran to get here.

We see a child covered in dirt.

Crying, their tears leaving mud trails on their cheeks.

We see another mouth our government has to feed.

Another person that’s here to steal our jobs.

We see the security gaps at the border.

The fear in the child’s eyes,

Isn’t due to the officer sitting in front of them,

It’s due to the knowledge that they will be sent back,

To relive the violence their young eyes have seen,

As if they don’t see it enough in their dreams

            An uncle being shot to death for refusing to pay taxes to the Mareros,

            so he could keep his mercadito open.

            An older cousin beaten half to death for refusing to join the gang,

            A brother shot at point blank,

            another case of misidentity

            The consent fear of not knowing if they’ll make it to school safely.

We just see another burden at our feet.  

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We don’t see the blood splattered across their shirts,

Or the cuts on their bare feet from the hundreds of miles

They ran to get here.

We see a child covered in dirt.

Crying, their tears leaving mud trails on their cheeks.

We see another mouth our government has to feed.

Another person that’s here to steal our jobs.

We see the security gaps at the border.

The fear in the child’s eyes,

Isn’t due to the officer sitting in front of them,

It’s due to the knowledge that they will be sent back,

To relive the violence their young eyes have seen,

As if they don’t see it enough in their dreams

            An uncle being shot to death for refusing to pay taxes to the gangsters,

            so he could keep his little market open.

            An older cousin beaten half to death for refusing to join the gang,

            A brother shot at point blank,

            another case of misidentity

            The consent fear of not knowing if they’ll make it to school safely.

We just see another burden at our feet.