The border

In memory of Dr. Martin Luther king JR.

I had a dream and the dream comes real to some extent. Regardless of fake color or culture.

As time passes by a wall of fog rises. Confusion arises and conflicts takes place. The border draws lines between Mexican and American. The language divides between a good Samaritan, and an Egyptian. Their culture divides among Asian Hispanic Indian or Latino- Latina, Russian. Differences in culture define identity as the Dominican, and Differences in culture identifies the Peurtorican. We are all American Regardless of opinions.

Beyond the border over the horizon a factory collapses in a distant land. Thousands of dead under the roof of garments eats sand. Clothes are dusty. Faces are rusty because of no justice there is no peace established. Because of existing status quo, the dreamer is still dreaming.