Hector Blanco

Homecoming

With tired feet we run

From the lands we were born

The sounds of crime and war

We leave behind for something more

We travel far and wide

To reach the promised land

Some have fallen ill from the cold

Others were robbed and beaten

But we continue forward

Despite our troubles and past

For the new lives we need

And the new lives we carry

We must move forward

For our children

But we are denied

They don’t want us they say

But we have children with us

We are starving

No one will helps us

So now we wait

In our self made camps

We suffer the blistering heat

and the shivering cold

We have waited day and night

For when we can enter

Others have gone back

Others have died from hungry

Others have gone to cross

They would die

With children in tow

Or would be caught

And be separated from their families

More and more would join

This camp is now a city

And more still coming

Less food and more deaths

Are bound to occur

We all want to enter

and secure a new future

But together we wait

Until we enter the promised land  

I watch them come

They come everyday

“Please let us in!” they yell

“Take my child at least!” they yell

We don’t move

We simply watch over them

The others don’t care

But I understand their struggles

My family is from Mexico

I understand them fully

My superior might be racist

He looks at me different

Aren’t we all?