Fifty-Three Souls

The rig rolled through Laredo On the road to San Antone, Its eighteen wheels of commerce Headed north from parts unknown. The shipping costs all paid to Their coyote chaperones. The plan was clear in concept, But the method imprecise. If not the dehydration, Suffocation would suffice; The Black Hole of Calcutta Brought to Texas for a price. This third verse offers balance, But provides no peace of mind, To see these modern slavers Treating people worse than swine. And how cheaply they regard them Once they've crossed the borderline.