Juanito
This story starts at a town
The name of the man Juan
His family nowhere to be found
A coyote come to take him away
Juan never had any reason to stay
All of his family gone
John had a method to get away
Juan had nothing left to long
So in the dead of night
Juan woke to a crashing sound
John arrived with a ticket for his flight
A long trek to be taken on ground
They were not allowed in the air
Always to live in fear
Still a life like an heir to air
To a kid so far but near
In twilight they walk
Lighted not by the bright sun
By the dark moon they stalked
The journey of really long run
A world so big to a man so young
With so much to give
All on his mind the air in his lung
Although not welcome he will live
Wanting nothing more than to be happy
He gave everything up
Just for once to be unhappy
To have worries like “where are my cups”
It was finally there, the moment of truth
They had reached the border
Couldn’t get caught by someone in a booth
Sadly in America there were hoarders
But nothing mattered anymore to Juan
Freedom, ready to fly
Hopefully free would also be his spawn
Free, he was in the sky
What a joy to be ever free
Now a game of hide and seek
Oh shit something had caught his knee
Everything was slowly weak
Oh god what’s been going on?
Just woke to this noise
I thought the rule brain over brawn
This wouldn’t have happened to kids
Where have I gone from my home?
This wasn’t worth the money
This was too far that I let myself roam
Oh hell what even is money?