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they followed a yellow brick road

across two borders without the sight

of day, waded across forbidden currents

in an ancient river while vultures circled

overhead, whispered on the long walk to

a poor Crucified King, and prayed for a

thousand miracles to hurry down from

heaven to deliver them to their Emerald

City. they slept in the desert like tossed

out rags, scribbled dreams in the soil of

the North, evaded the militia men with

a hunger for blood, and questioned the

land of freedom for dark skin. they

settled in cities hiding amid crowds,

raised children to speak ingles without

Spanish drawls, boys grew up to serve in

foreign wars, girls imagined a white marriage

would keep them from a wooden cross, and

elders prayed for an end to building the nation

with the price of dark blood. they keep coming

to El Norte, where nothing is secure, with pockets

full of need, strangers with dreams, yearning for

a place to call home.