Dark, dusty, desolate night,                                                           

Desperate to make a better life for his family,

The migrant set out on a journey to the border.

He wasn’t sure if he would ever see

His family again, but he would risk everything

For his family to have a better life in that

Tormented, treacherous, terrorizing country of theirs.                      

The Job Stealer, as Americans liked to call him,                                

Found it difficult to reach the family separator, the point of no return.       

He had walked for five, frustrating days                              

Across a dusty, dirty desert.  He was in hell,                                                

And all he wanted to do was get out. 

He had to remind himself constantly that he was doing,

Because he loved and cared for his family, just like                         

A mother bear protects and cares for her cubs

After the winter hibernation.  When he finally did make it to the world-fence,

He could not have been happier.  He had prayed and prayed

To the multitude of saints for them to allow him to make it to this fence.

All of a sudden, the wailing of the sirens could be heard

Within a five mile radius.  Panic…panic was everywhere.

Backpacks, bandanas, shoes, dust, and everything that’s imaginable

Was seen flying everywhere, as big, bulky, ICE trucks approached,

Ready to take these so called delinquents back to their country.

Just like that, the immigrants’ dreams were snatched from his tan,

Aged hands.  He had risked everything to get his family

A better life in his homeland.  Now what would he do?

What would he tell his family?  Evil had won.

All he could do now was accept his fate, and return home,

Hoping that somehow he would be able to give his family a better life.