When she was lying in the ditch by the curb
Blood oozing from between thighs still screaming
In between the aftershocks and tears of violation

She had but one thought…

As the old man and his son
That no more is so young
Are dragged from the portals
Of their humble home

In Mexico Bonito

By Sicarios or are they cops,
Or who knows what?

Other than the vain hope that El Muerte
Will quickly come
And torment cease
The greatest regret amidst mumbling despair

Is just one

This is a world filled with angels
Yet so many are fallen
Grown men and even the most careful of women
Still look for god in the upraised chin of a leader
In the scriptures of an ideology
Formulated by the vainest of men

Yet the one constant that keeps us humans company
Throughout time
Is tyranny pressing our faces
Into the mailed fists of eternity

Against all evidence of history and sense
That if the people will JUST SUBMIT
There will be no need for a heavenly hereafter
No need for protection
There are rules for that
Don’t worry none, but

Step out of line and your done
We’ll take care of you, either way
No need for precautions.

Black man, or red, yellow, burnt orange, or white
The shade of El Presidente, El Commandante
Don’t mean squat, when day or night
Force has it’s way, criminal might
Comes knocking, comes rapping
In uniform or not

Battering doors, slipping through pipes
Pulls you from your car
Points death at your ear
You may live, you may not

Wrong becomes right and a victim may hear
The last thought of his life:

Damn, I wish I had had a gun
I wish I had had a gun

I gave up my rights to be secure
Where was the cop when I needed one?

They promised!
I just had to give up my guns

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Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.

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