It is a tale
of two cities both without pity but with crushing grief
Humans on
the edge of starvation desperate for relief
The first
can be found in El Salvador, Honduras and Guatemala in disease ridden slums
Where
desperate poverty stricken people want by any means to the U.S. come
If they
dodge the heat, the cartels, the robberies, human trafficking and rape
Claim asylum
and into detention centers with a room over their head
Sheltered
from cartel violence and three meals to be fed
Then
released into the interior never for a hearing to return
Yet the see
no crisis, hear no crisis, feel no crisis Blues have no concern
The other
cities are found across this nation sprouting up on sidewalks and parks
Along bike paths,
levees, under bridges, in subways or any
place to stay dry and warm when it rains
or gets dark
A sea of
tents, fields of litter and trash and used needles to mark the boundaries of
these cities
Abandoned by the ruling elite to a life full
of despair and most gritty, a life most shitty
In L.A,
these cites population grows by leaps and bounds
In the suburbs,
the NIMBIES rail to have no homeless around
While the
Blues make the homeless problem worse
Holding out
free health care for illegals a magnet attraction curse
No matter
how quickly we build shelters they will overflow
As long as
illegals believe that can stay here they will in huge numbers go
No more aid,
no more benefits, no more food stamps or housing aid
No asylum
unless heard in home country time to stop this illegal parade
Or kiss your
standard of living and values down a deep drain
While we at
it, end the chain migration of illiterates
and low skilled brains
On illegal
immigration Blues remain MIAS
So the chaos
on the border gets worse every day
© June 14, 2919 Michael P. Ridley aka the
Alaskanpoet
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