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Race Is a Disgrace

I wanted to visit your land today,
Thought I'd bring joy and peace your way.
But as I was getting closer
A man pulled a gun from his holster.
He threw me down
And pinned my head to the ground.
Said, " You slimy bastard, look at you,
Trying to sneak into our land and start anew "
I responded, "Mister, you don't know who I am,
Let me explain so you can understand."
He then kicked my ribs, spat on my face,
Told me I was a disgrace to the human race.
He then got a rope, tied my feet to his bumper,
Said "O' guess who's going to be a happy camper?"
He dragged me through the desert steamy land,
He then stopped and beat me with his hands.
He then said," I'll leave you here for my friends to eat."
Then shouted," Come on down, buzzards, it's on me."
As he started to drive off
He saw the buzzards bringing down what
seemed to be a cloth.
He then stopped, got off of his truck and to his disbelief,
He saw them with the cloth coming down towards me.
He shot his gun into the air,
Said, " I don't understand, but I'm going to kill you I swear!"
And continued, " Before I do, tell me who are you!"
I couldn't speak for I was badly cut, brused
and almost dead,
I pointed towards the sky then he shot me in my head.
When I returned to my Father, He could not believe
The torture and the pain that again was done to me.
I don't know what my Father will do today or tomorrow,
But let it be known that your land has brought to
Him much Sorrow.
For I tried to say who I am, 
But I guess it wouldn't matter because I was still
a different man.
I am an Alien, have no papers, and nothing to show,
I am, Jesus, and one day soon you'll know.
O' and I am of no race, white, black,  yellow or brown,
So I guess you will try to kill me again when I come around.

Copyright © Jesse Martinez | Year Posted 2017

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