“False Borders.”

American Poem on Anti-Immigration → (Election 2016).

2 min readApr 23, 2021

I am a young Mexican man,

filled with dreams, ideas, yet without a plan,

but for some reason, I do understand

The Future has something planned for me in advance.

The Future rises beneath me, for a Mexican, I’m underrated,

cause I’m getting my green card after 20 years, I’m no longer alienated!

But after 20 years, I began to unroll,

the orb and the soul, only to find a green card and a Scroll.

I wonder, “What does the Scroll have to say?”

In big, bold letters it says: “Mexicans (Aliens), It’s time to pay, pay, pay”…

Pay what? I already waited 20 years for a green card, so no more delay,

“You, Alien, must pay for your fucking crimes, and don’t fucking disobey!”

Now, My body’s in a cage, my mind’s under torture, these men are heartless,

I want to leave and show I’m a citizen, it’s my only two requests,

But how the fuck can I escape when I’m in many 45°C trucks,

Yet so many white powders leave their cells with bribes and a few bucks,

I can’t even tell my friends and family that I’ll be forever gone,

Oop, wait, the doors of the truck opened, but it looks like its dawn,

I can’t see anything as they take me to this building,

And I see kids crying, women in the corner, and a few men weightlifting,

“Dios Mio, this sight, humans in cages, It’s consuming the mind forever,”

“Trying to Seek your individual endeavor,”

“Sigh. . . Couldn’t beat the system, despite the coyote’s and parent’s orders,

Talk about being mistaken, I guess that wall is one of many false borders,

I’m so naive, fake friends laughing, following along to the orange turnip,”

“Who won’t give us a chance, but my hands folded, giving worship,”

“To the God who gave me the chance, yet he just gave it away, Dios Mio,”

“So I ask one more time, America, What do we owe you?”