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A truck picked them up near the Mexican border And drove across Texas in blistering heat. A hundred or more were crammed together With nothing to drink and nothing to eat. The big rig rolled down the Texas highway Heading for San Antonio, they say. Smugglers would pick up their "cargo" there, And SUVs would cart them away. The temperature inside the tractor- Trailer was over 100 degrees. The door of the trailer was locked from the outside. The driver ignored the passengers' pleas. Chorus: Farewell, dear friends--queridos amigos. Were you a father, a brother, a son? Whatever your motivations, you All were victims in more ways than one. When authorities found the vehicle And opened the door and looked inside, Eight of the passengers remaining In the tractor-trailer had died. Two more victims died in the hospital. Others remained in a critical state. Dehydration and heatstroke had been Cruel agents of their sad fate. Desperate to find better conditions, They learned that success is not guaranteed. Hopes can be dashed and life can be threatened When you're a victim of smugglers' greed. Chorus: Farewell, dear friends--queridos amigos. Were you a father, a brother, a son? Whatever your motivations, you All were victims in more ways than one. (7-25-17) By Bob B
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Tragedy in San Antonio (Tragedia en San Antonio)
A truck picked them up near the Mexican border And drove across Texas in blistering heat. A hundred or more were crammed together With nothing to drink and nothing to eat. The big rig rolled down the Texas highway Heading for San Antonio, they say. Smugglers would pick up their "cargo" there, And SUVs would cart them away. The temperature inside the tractor- Trailer was over 100 degrees. The door of the trailer was locked from the outside. The driver ignored the passengers' pleas. Chorus: Farewell, dear friends--queridos amigos. Were you a father, a brother, a son? Whatever your motivations, you All were victims in more ways than one. When authorities found the vehicle And opened the door and looked inside, Eight of the passengers remaining In the tractor-trailer had died. Two more victims died in the hospital. Others remained in a critical state. Dehydration and heatstroke had been Cruel agents of their sad fate. Desperate to find better conditions, They learned that success is not guaranteed. Hopes can be dashed and life can be threatened When you're a victim of smugglers' greed. Chorus: Farewell, dear friends--queridos amigos. Were you a father, a brother, a son? Whatever your motivations, you All were victims in more ways than one. (7-25-17) By Bob B
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
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