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Created on: April 18, 2008
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Born into a family poor and struggling
The child followed suit
He worked beside his father
In the fields that all would loot
He saw the fence not far away
And vowed to make it there
It was a price he'd have to pay
To get away from here
He met the man who promised him
A chance to be set free
He climbed aboard the crowded truck
To get beyond the fence he'd see
He met with danger in the wild
Once the border had been crossed
He hiked the desert in the night
Every effort worth the cost
He came to town and begged for work
In a land that gave to all
He was rounded up to be sent back
For breaking American law
He was offered refuge, food and drink
He was treated with utmost care
Given every opportunity
To legally make it here
He joined his fellow patriots
Protesting in our streets
That he had rights beyond our own
He demanded to be free
He stomped his feet and waved his flag
Against America
The boy was now a man with rights
He wanted what he saw
He liked the education given
And medicine for free
He liked not paying taxes
He was who he had to be
A pilgrim in a foreign land
With a home not far away
He could have the gift of freedom
Without the cost to pay
He could come and go until one day
Politicians stood at odds
The issues changed to a message blurred
Illegal, human, each one God's
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