Coyotes

Sold promises and herded north. Delivered through fences into exploitative arms. Torn from families and ground up for foundations, blood to tend your gardens. Until you put us to the wall. Scapegoated, The drug dealers. In the border towns, selling cures you've been priced out of at home. For your children, Running Free, Without papers. Ours watch guards pass by through the bars of a cage door. O, Pobre Mexico, Tan lejos de dios y tan cerca de los estados unidos. The coyotes will always get through. You know that, You always knew. Our blood oils the machine. We're going to watch it burn. Affording you the same respect you always gave us: Fuck your borders.

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 13, 2025