I saw the picture of a little girl floating face down next to her father and it just broke me hard! Illegals trying to cross to a better life. Even now as I write this preface I cry. I can only comfort myself by repeating to myself they are no longer suffering...while I wonder at the cruelty of those that look down on them and I wrote this poem out of pain!
"WE HAVE SEEN THE ENEMY..."
I want the aliens to come..
..not the sad brown people..
..crowding the chain link dog kennels,
..not the little brown beggars crying their mamas and papas names,
as their souls are stripped bare for the whole world to see their sins
of being born of the wrong womb,
on the wrong side..
Of an invisible border.
No, not the brown paupers with no understanding of theirs or their parent's crimes
of attempting a delusional escape from hell instead leaping into the very maw of cruelty!
No! no..no,
I want to see the little green men of my innocence,
The Martians..
That we can put a face to this fear,
Put a definition to the xenophobia that grips so tightly 'bout the throats of this American culture that they can't even breathe!
So that I too, can join in the audacity smashing disbelief that any foreigner seriously
thinks they can come unrepercussed,
Unrepentant even!
To a land stolen fair and square!
After all,
Those before were ill-equipped to mine the riches of a promised land..
So let us teach them...meanwhile,
We will reserve for them some land as we scrape the layers off the riches of our onion,
Magnificently bartered out of both sides of our mouth!
So YES! I look forward to the little green aliens,
Riding in upon their magical little spaceships!
A true alien..an inhuman invader with a belly full of scorn for a backward planet
full of riches to exploit!
Scorn for a race subhuman in their eyes with lacking knowledge of how truly to expose the richness of this onion world of backward bi-peds.
I pray for the aliens to come,
..to distract us from our mutual hate,
and perhaps,
..remind us of our mutual humanity,
and perhaps,
..remind us what alien truly is,
OR perhaps,
..we'll perish like the children at our borders,
Only a gleam in a parents eye.
We finally met the enemy, Walt!
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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“To a land stolen fair and square!” Was my favorite line. Wonderful poem.