Southern Border

At night it’s colder
but they cannot see
as you crawl,
following the stars
on your back
the few items you carry,
in your arms a sleeping child
each step taken means 
one step closer,
each step taken means
finding sanctuary,
lights ahead betray their search
if your found then it’s back
back to the street gangs
who raped and killed your sister
back to the slums and mean barrios
where life is cheap
sold for a pittance 
paid for with your body
until one day you are used up
a lifeless rag that was once a person

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