and there's resolve now
the usurped cartel zip tied to their tractors
their painstaking slavery emancipated to (a rusted trail to next to nowhere)
various forms of deported tears soaking into
half-used paper rags
back to cardboard boxes. back to fence hopping
back to the american dream that all others cling to
in a razor blade of misfortune
back to the four walls built to keep them without, within
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