Solid Gold Castles
with steel-iron gates
screaming indignantly
saying, “Get-out! Get-out!
You are not welcome here
Go back to your slum streets
Your grease and your filth
Get a move on with those
jail-black boots
trying to buy my time
You need not bother me
anymore, go back home!”
The Mexican little boy
crying and worrying
“But where shall I go?
I have no home to speak of
My country and my culture
are being wiped out!
I’m afraid for it and for me.”
Suddenly a grown man
realizes his fear made him
a child once more
minus the playfulness
and the innocence
and the energy
all disappearing
But he struggles
and fights for
his dignity again
brushes off the
dirt from his shoes
and polishes them
to perfection
resulting in total
and complete
cleanliness of spirit,
the beauty of truth,
and the harmony of equality,
no longer a slave
to the crumbs
of his youth
