GRENGO ACROSS THE BORDER

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Aug 16, 2024

GRENGO ACROSS THE BORDER
The stage is set the betting is high, and people place their bets
What else is new this masquerade is worth a pound of flesh
The topic of choice border crossing much to do about nothing
As old as history is the border mystery, they rustle cows into Mexico
Citizens committing crimes, hightailing for the border! to safety in Tiwana.
They failed us! never told us, they were the ones who started this disorder. 
Where is the glory in condemning El Capitaine Mr. Gringo to a route you created?
Behold! Migrants labor till dusk, replenishing the breadbasket of America.

Verse Two
Most come to work that isn’t a joke, refusing to steal or cheat but to work.
Your Welfare handouts, monthly plunder! boo Hoo, they will all take my job.
Why bother with little triviality, about the border and others, what a biased mob.
Place your bets! JD will fret, bringing up to you, his ruby dub tub, two men in a tub
JD Vance will give you this, will provide you with that, or in Manhattan buy you a flat
One lie after the other, don’t believe it brother, it's just a matter of societal disorder.
Verse Three
Now place your bets or you going to regret how far off the tracks, JD Vance has got.
What a joke you think he cares, heck who is coming in or out! Or even roundabout.
America has Borders to the east, borders to the West, North and South no one cares
Do not bother with a stretch of water, that runs across the land, only old Trump.
JD Remember the Alamo, the horseshoe bend, and the Davy Crockett story educate Donald
This stretch of land has always been the route of bandits', padre! all people seeking refuge.
What the hell! has it got to do with my welfare today, tell me another story, or just blow away.

Into The Mist Poetry Vol 9
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Tags: Metaphor, Depressing, Riddle, Pain, Deep,

 

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