The recent tragic news of Ten undocumented immigrants perishing in San Antonio in a tractor trailer incident is just the latest in a string of thousands of immigrant deaths stretching back for many decades.

People have perished being smuggled in railroad boxcars, in car trunks from asphyxiation breathing exhaust fumes, from heat exhaustion, and in many other ways.

Of course these days, every tragedy and death is immediately politicized, and this one is no exception. Life can be cruel, and in most of the world outside of the United States, Life is extremely vicious, brutal, as well as cruel. Most of the people coming to America are searching for the American Dream, and the ultimate solution to these tragedies is that the American Dream becomes a reality for all of humanity; the thing is that just maintaining the American Dream here in the United States is most certainly a task of heavy and enduring magnitude.

Most Americans have an immigrant background and we should maintain this fact in our feelings and our thoughts.

 

Charged in smuggling-related deaths of 10 immigrants 

Truckers react to deadly human smuggling incident in San Antonio

There was a similar incident in 2003 where Illegal Immigrants died in Sierra Blanca Texas in a boxcar that had been abandoned in a train yard. This song came out of that tragedy.

Freedom Rings

by Edgar Clinton Jr.

 

Freedom rings in the rails

Whispers come ride me right out of this hell

Past the minds last confining cell

Freedom rings in the rails

Freedom rings in the rails

 

Love is the tie that binds

Love is the mask that blinds

A man to all but that which he loves

Pulls him down as it lifts him up

Love is the tie that binds

 

I recall a singer of folk song

The rhythm of the rails he captured so strong

His voice shook in time as his song rattled on

And freedom rang in his song

Freedom sang in his song

 

 

Now there’s women in the village left alone

Dreaming in the night of the man that is gone

Father, husband, brother or beloved son

Freedom called to him through the rails

Freedom called through the rails

 

Called him to an alien land of gueros cabrones imposible to understand

Hoping someday to more than survive

To one day to a dream arrive

Freedom called through the rails

Freedom called through the rails

 

Father, husband, brother, beloved son

He just had to leave, had to reach beyond

All that he was told he could never become

Freedom called to him through the rails

Freedom calls through the rails

 

Now Death perches hot over a railroad car

Where no longer sweating men cursing are

Praying to God, Mother Mary, and her son

Not to let them die so far from home

To not forget the faithful Mexican

Men without work still ride into the unknown hoping to more than survive

Their dying dream may come back to life

And Freedom rings in the rails

Freedom calls through the rails

 

Freedom rings in the rails

Whispers come ride me right out of this hell

Past the minds last confining cell

Freedom rings in the rails

 

Composed by Edgar Clinton Jr.

circa 2013

 

 

Author: Editor

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