Immigrants

The immigrants from Nicaragua are forced to wear ankle bracelets. You might think this is justified. I mean they are entering your country illegally, taking your jobs, and committing crimes. Who knows the crimes they committed at home? Who knows what they're running from? But I see it differently. These natives are coming to a land that was stolen, robbed of its people and nature to form this country and the rooster is coming home to crow. They have more right to be here than me and you. They should be arriving to the indigenous people, instead they are harassed and forced to succumb to invaders who have transmogrified the term to fit their ego and ease their guilt. These borders are nothing but geographical lies. The immigrants wearing these ankle bracelets share the story of genocide and slavery just as the so-called freed people in the country they travel to. The finances they pursue are marked with evil men who despised them just as they despised their property, who were actually people. Now the stream that was created by blood has trickled down to the ocean of South, "America," and the drug demand has incurred violence where it is forced to be produced by greedy fiends. Now these bracelets are chained to the ankles following the middle passage that is now captained with clean hands and free consciousness. They are not willingly coming here. They are forced by the world currency of devils. They are forced by philosophy of slavery only to embark upon more slavery. These bracelets are a violation of human rights but will not be seen as so, since a sovereign nation is being, "Invaded." Yet there is still no justice for Palestine. Yet there are still corporations of South African apartheid. Yet the native and true people of America still have to look at their home being governed by their murderers. So, if this is an invasion, I celebrate God answering prayers. I thank God for being who God is. Truth.

The criminal activity p punished in the name of, or should I say with, hate. Where is the love? Where is the understanding? Where is the communal sense that this country is poisoning the world and most effectively its' neighbors? If an apology was given, the same crimes would not be committed thrice, four, infinitesimally. The whole world now has to bow down to European rule which has invaded all corners and set its cup upon a table in a fabrication called America, its wealth incurred daily by profiting from prostitution, rape, and downright treachery. Where one can have his or her trees cut for profit but is dared to dared to demand a portion. Their coffee is sipped with pinkies out and enjoyed with pleasure of entitlement. Their crops are snorted, injected, and formed into pills while they receive the blame and conviction. How else are the drugs getting here, if not allowed. Don't talk to me about smuggling into a country that mastered smuggling people. Don't tell me these people are dangerous to a country that has spread nothing but danger since its creation. Don't try to convince me these bracelets are necessary because these Human Beings are, "Illegal," when the same was said about the people who were naturally incumbent in what is now Louisiana, Texas, Florida, Alabama, California, Arizona, and even Washington D.C. This is not Amerigo Vespucci's land. There should not be a Christopher Columbus Day. They are more afraid than those who are afraid of them just as animals are, which is exactly how they are being foreseen.

The world is in turmoil while a small portion enjoys its comfort and cries like babies over being asked to share. When really, they should be forced to endure the torment they induce.

When will Man learn it cannot defeat nature. What is called invasion, who are called immigrants, are only observers of the obvious state of Earth's condition. If I see a fair I will try to attend, especially if I am living in a tent. Doesn't mean I am not satisfied with my tent. But if to enter that fair I must wear a brace on my ankle instead of my wrist, if my tent is open to the fairgrounds to come and go as, “Will," then that fair is not for fun. It becomes my responsibility with no other option to ensue it only to live, because my tents are the fair's playground.