The first order is to close the border radio fool spewed into my ear allowing his fear to be too near they're takin' over he vomited across the air waves another anti-Mexican neo-fascist ranting rave saying round'em up and ship 'em out kids and all it'll be a ball but our freedom these fools would surely maul creating internal documents for us all it is quite near when you will hear pardon me sir have you your papers No then you cannot go hands on the hood you know you should identify yourself to any duly constituted authority representing the majority that will track us moment by moment and day by day from when we are born until we lay down in the ground and are covered over with dirt and clover a gps up every ass a tap on every phone you never are alone in the Orwellian nation that full participation in the socialization of xenophobic masturbation will bring into creation patrols on the streets and cops on every beat road blocks and traffic stops and that one looks brown so take him down his accent has a funny sound Bull Conner would gaze in wonder wishing for the tools we fools will hand to those in our land who wield the fists that rarely miss as they fish for those who pose a threat that don't exist but here's my fear that in a year power will be handed to those who hear only words of hate that berate and batter with soulless chatter rather than the ones who call to unite us all in one skin as kin and friend and who see borders as orders that must be broken as a token of humanity's sanity that rejects nationality as a man made vanity that has no place on the face of our world for our race is every place and every one of every grade and shade made by cojoined lovers who played upon the loved one's lovely skin to begin new kin and when we see the map lines between us drawn by humankind to cleave us in twain as the false shame for which we are to blame we will name it foolishness for all to see as if humanity were divided race by race when any face is beautiful and every child is golden and none should be beholden to the accidental geography that placed me here and you there.