Illegal

I climbed over trepidation poverty's barbed wire night torn by your prosperity my one change of clothes thirsting for a drop of civility on a deserted desert road Scorched by hell’s kitchen fed to death’s desiccate dawn I swallowed shards of sunshine pride's perilous knives for one chance to be an American to provide for my family’s illegal lives My eyes staggered with exhaustion my ruptured lips too foreign to cry I kissed a picture of my children the withering smile of my loving wife wondering if anyone would tell them I died drinking liberty's light