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Nov 2017
It feels like friends smiling in our home
To love someone so much
Who finds her shelter in my arms
No matter how deep the dust in our eyes
Or the fear in our minds
The future is never enough to believe
But a moment of love is forever

We were not born fighting
But we know how life can be for others
We try to think about the life in our hands
It’s hard not to think of ourselves
My children tell me they love me
The older they get the more they know
A simple man makes life simple for them

We try not to be afraid
How much worse can life be
We will not let it divide our home
Who could love like those who survive
People look down on us while they play
Our hands carry the shame they assume
But we built our cribs with those hands

We don’t care which side of the line we live
Mother Mary carried her baby across
They tell us how we should live our lives
The love of our people is too strong for them
We don’t know why they hate us
The poor never write the history books
They can only pray for mercy on their souls
Mark Lecuona
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