Ballad of Zefferino
BALLAD OF ZEFFERINO
Somewhere along the border
Between the U.S and Mexico.
A man makes a break
For what he thinks
Is a land of gold
He's left his home and his family
Up here just trying to make a life.
He doesn't speak the language
But understands the hate in your eyes
Gringos call him Wetback.
And they spite him just for being a man
He's no threat to them all has to spend.
Is time working with his hands
They holler at him get back
Across that border to Mexico
We don't want you here
We're not willing to share our land of gold.
He sweats blood working in your factories
His pride callused picking in the fields
And it's a country's shame to say he's to blame
He's the work force behind the scenes
You see him working in the restaurants
He mows your lawns and keeps your homes clean.
He's not on some corner with a sign
Begging for money to buy a meal
You go to churches
And pray for God to bless the USA
You call yourselves Christians
But you've forgotten what your Bibles say
We're all children of immigrants
That came here to make a new start
Now the song of the American Dream
beats to the rhythm of a Mexican heart
Somewhere along the border
Between the U.S. and Mexico.
Copyright © Judge Santiago Burdon | Year Posted 2018
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