McAllen Blues
The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns
The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come
No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned
Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own
(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)
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