Our Neighbors

Our Neighbors

They don't build tunnels anywhere along the north
Few wish to escape to colder country.
There are only a few roads along that endless border,
all have strict guard houses at the dividing line.
They don't tolerate illegal entry.
You will be thrown out within days.
A civilized land,
they take care of their sick,
their poor.
Mother's are valued.
a monthly supplement insures they can stay home,
raise their babies until school.
Hardy, hardworking souls,
crime is much lower up north.
People work to stay warm,
not steal from their neighbors.
We could learn some things from our Canadian countrymen.


If you have committed a crime,
hopeful escape is Mexico,
the lawless land where police can be bribed.
If they want your house,
your car, your boat,
they take it.
mother's pander their young for pennies,
begging an occupation.
They teach them to hold out their hand at two
Some just learning their first words know
"Hey Lady" and give "chicklets" for dimes or quarters,
maybe even a dollar.
Long tunnels are scraped out in border towns,
wishing to escape to the "Land of Eldorado",
where milk and gold flow like honey.
Life is warm.
The climate attracts the"Canucks" that winter there.
People can make their homes out of big boxes
like a turtle if need be.
Tequila and drugs flow like water,
"to kill ya" might kill ya!
Life is cheep.
Drug cartels and illegals swarm the borders,
push their way through in mobs at dusk.
Stark skeletons scatter the trail along the Rio Grande.
Those that didn't make it.