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Yellow Planetary Warrior
Up came I from the border towns,
Texas towns of wind and heat
Humidity and dust unto dust
Up drove I from valley of death
Border patrols - screaming sirens
Burly men searching for wetbacks
to catch
Crossing the river
Swimming the river
Braving the cold … the night… the
unknown
Cops everywhere in those Texas
towns –
Armed and dangerous vigilantes
Looking to find – ready to kill
Small brown people
Gentle and proud
With hope much greater than fear
Up drove I through Ghost Town
after Town
Broken and beaten
From Palm to Mesquite –
North came I when the night
descended
Looking for shelter – none to be
had
Every lad from the oil fields
With pockets of cash
Filled every space – sold out –
locked down
No room at the Inn.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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