Will you choose to see the 57,000 children fleeing on bare feet hopeful of the American dream?
The children who suffer the scorching heat atop la bestia, the beast
Crossing train tracks, rivers, borders but never crossing our minds
Will you choose to acknowledge the 57,000 hopeful tears of the children who arrive at the border?
Who cry themselves to sleep confined withing metal cages
Or what they call detention facilities
Treated as criminals and punished for dreaming
Receiving the only attention an "illegal alien" deserves to get
Will you see the bloody scars on their feet and feel the agonizing pain in their hearts knowing that this was their only way out of hell
Of the hell they lived in their countr, where their lives were worth no more than a couple of pesos
Where they only lived to survive
Threatened by gangs
Stalked by drug cartels
Plagued by poverty
And chased by death
Will you choose to see the countless others who don't make it?
The one's who become victims of rape, human trafficking and murder
Or the ones who become victims of our society
Labeled by the media and seen as a pest
It's time to open our eyes and see
We can't risk being blind now
We can't be fooled by the border La frontera
Not when 12, 11, 10, 9 year olds travel across the desert alone all to reach the America dream!
We are living a humanitarian crisis, Will you choose to open your eyes and see?