By Bill Gallegos
Dreaming eyes piercing the velvet dawn/
Follow the twisted shimmer of coiled wire/
It’s cutting sneer snaking along border walls.
Brown clad shapes wrapped in the dust and spikes of the arroyo/
facing the icy metal of laser-powered contempt.
Headlights burn like desert fire/ glowing beams sweeping
across lands walked by kings./
Muffled cries of Mixtec children/ gurgle like a drying stream
Searching for ocean’s caress.
Border’s limit trampled by conquest/nature’s soft contours soaked in blood/
History screams as yanqui arrogance gouges violation …
in earth’s warm breast.
But hope lives/ carried on the clouds of children’s smile/
Borne easily on the backs of mother’s love/ lifted high on the shoulders
of father’s dreams.
Migra’s iron cannot destroy visions of land reclaimed …
Helicopter’s slashing blades cannot pierce
liberation’s mystic heart/ politician’s rancid hate cannot drown
Freedom’s song – carried on eagle’s wings across/
La Frontera Que No Existe.
Caption: A mural on the Mexican side of the U.S. border wall depicts the harrowing journey through the desert to reach the United States.
Credit: Jonathan McIntosh