"I am truly losing faith in humanity." This is the phrase that provokes so much frustration in me. Tell me how this does not hurt you just by being okay with speaking it or writing it. Are you not humanity, are you not of the same bones and flesh as me. Do you not battle through struggles and have the livest moments as me. Have we not mourn the same when we lose something precious or realized the hate that tries to consume our people? Are we not one race of people? Tell me how you do not sit in puzzlement having stated that you do not have faith in yourself. Do tragedies put out your flame so quick. Instead of rising to conquer change no matter the time or loses, you crumble. My sisters and brothers, I am Honduran but my love does not stop at my roots. My kindness does not only affect people of my own ethnicity or skin color. We're a human race and no I do not speak that we should be blind to our cultures and each other's beginnings. I speak that being so different does not mean we are not as well immensely similar. Recognize my skin, recognize my language, recognize my roots, my religion, my traditions, my scars. Recognize all of me. And LOVE me still to no end. These tragedies will not further prosper when you have faith that, with a race with this much diversity, we will find the solution and stop these hate-crimes that make some of us even ponder the thought of defeat. I have grown to learn that this is the change, seeing the enormous difference in each other but seeing all the similarities and having it urge us to close the gap with knowledge and understanding. This is our peace. Learning of one another. This is our hope.

It's easy to say: “I hate gynecology so much!” But when it comes to World War II it ain't so cut-and-dry is it? Everyone respects what Wilson did for the banks in 1913 but who now can reflect with insufficient honesty the pull of Col. House on all matters Wilsonian? You're taking your sons to Honduras. People ask why. You reply: “They have to learn about Honduran *****-houses sooner or later.” But it's not true! Boys can learn about Honduran *****-houses by visiting Nicaraguan *****-houses that specialize in Honduran ******, and the same holds true for Mexican ****** living in Cuba. How many *****-house combinations are there to make things right? What can you do? A *****'s time is precious as is a plumber's. One tends to straddle both professions. Find a plumber who hasn't ****** is no easier than finding a ***** who hasn't plumbed. Jack London answered The Call of the Wild, in the woods against a pine tree. A happy ***** is a grateful *****.

He is stacking shelves
with her favorite honduran coffee

As she approaches he stands
and she finds herself face to face with a stranger

Nice shirt he says
she glances down

the word LOVE is arched
across her perfectly small *******

love she says...its all there is right?
without breaking her gaze he says…its everything

She looks away now
smiling shyly

Oh that smile he says
As if he had been missing it

As if...they mattered to each other.

Human shields
Mothers go first
Honduran fields
The plan rehearsed
Fake refugees
Who storm the gates
More borders, please
Trump hesitates . . .

First they came for the Salvadorans
But I wasn't a Salvadoran, so I didn't say anything

Then they came for the Hondurans
But I wasn't a Honduran, so I didn't say anything

Then they came for the Guatemalans
But I wasn't a Guatemalan, so I didn't say anything

Then they came for the Mexicans
But I wasn't a Mexican, so I didn't say anything

Then they came for the Muslims
But I wasn't a Muslim, so I didn't say anything

Then they came ...
But ...

Crossing the Rio Grande in May,
A Honduran man with his wife and his son
Sought asylum, only to find
Their struggles here had barely begun.

Taken to a processing center,
The family learned the disheartening news:
They would have to be separated.
Having no say-so, they couldn't refuse.

Farewell, Marco Antonio Muñoz.
Some say, "We warned you time after time."
You came for help, and look what happened:
Seeking asylum became your crime.

A CBP° spokesman said that Muñoz
Became "combative" and started to yell.
What parent wouldn't in that situation?
Muñoz was moved and locked in a cell.

Authorities checked on Muñoz often
Not expecting what lay in store
For them in the morning, for one of them found
Muñoz lying dead on the floor.

"Self-strangulation and hanging" they say
Were what caused the father's demise.
Would he be holding his son right now
Had conditions been otherwise?

Farewell, Marco Antonio Muñoz.
Some say, "We warned you time after time."
You came for help, and look what happened:
Seeking asylum became your crime.

AG Sessions feels zero tolerance
Will separate the wheat from the chaff--
That Trump believes in the rule of law.
Mr. Sessions, don't make us laugh!

Others have suffered a similar fate
As a result of our cruel demands.
Our leaders will offer their justification,
But they still have blood on their hands.

Farewell, Marco Antonio Muñoz.
Some say, "We warned you time after time."
You came for help, and look what happened:
Seeking asylum became your crime.

-by Bob B (6-12-18)

°Customs and Border Patrol

My passions are: 10 daily epileptic seizures, pimping my ** *******, telling lies about Hillary, Honduran flag abuse, hobbling & limping, because I am incapacitated & loyal, after burnin' out #12 heater coil

My passions are: 10 daily epileptic seizures, pimping my ** *******,
telling lies about Hillary, Honduran flag abuse, hobbling & limping
because I am incapacitated & loyal, after burnin' out #12 heater coil

I wrung your neck like a gay biker on acid could if he were on T.V.
or like a Gypsy might, cold from linearity in a Czechoslovakian sea
This churning emotional turmoil nearly killed my neighbor in 1998
when he was ******* ugly ******* in a hobo shack on Pontiac Lake
It's been a lousily-bad day because a thief stole my front bike wheel
& I am bleeding like a Russian prince on day 1 of this ****** cycle
& I learned that Tito Jackson was not the ****** brother of Michael
Wayne Cochran is dead, & soon he will be buried on an island with
dead X-princess Diana, so Wayne's dead corpse'll have to be ferried
by ferry, because this cadaver is too fat, by swimmers, to be carried
Medically, in this Haitian climate, my 4 **** lips are soft & vibrant
I could pull my fancy Ocean City taffy across your puffy, ready lips
or crack ribs that float above Tongan-girdled hips while I yuck it up
with nips, spooks & 4 ***** in junks that will be sunk like drunken
ships on bloodless, gutless, rudderless, maiden-headed maiden trips
I always make delicious pie crust with top-quality-white-pig-fat lard
& later, so ******* won't steal it, I smear pig **** on my E.B.T. card
I check my manly genitals, I check them a lot, to make sure that my
impressively-large ****, that everybody loves, has not been shot off
Play dead David Cassidy's song, “Sitting on a Pile of Pig Parts” for
those here, who've been to jail, but who've never done it up the rear
I told David, “You might cram walnuts up your **** and blame me
for the coffee crop failure in Spain, before Susan Dey goes insane.”
Many years ago a turnip farmer bought an *** to pull his turnip cart
because he supplied the turnips to the produce department at Kmart
1 day when his wife was turnin' tricks with the lot lizard Kara Jean,
who was the most relentless ****** the farmer had ever seen, a new
Kmart caught fire & was completely destroyed & everyone was sad
I kissed a married twosome of ****-divers last week, 1's a tall ****
school marm, all legs & lipstick, & the other is at her ****-*** peak
Halifax hospital's awful, awfully happy to give normal, ***-abiding
*****, 6 Thanksgiving Day *** ****** with Tom turkey drum-sticks
Consider my wealth as it is considerable even what you'll not see &
I'll pay for stuff that is too big to steal, that is too big to steal for me
Put your head on my shoulder, hem-stitch it on for good, for I'm the
nuclear life of elite human power forcing you to act like you should
Awakening dead kills a head-achingly wakeful state that men dread
You took back your fake teen love suddenly like a godless heathen,
to focus on a lonely guy you camped in the forest with called Ethan
1 day Missy, you're goin' to find a dead whale on your porch with a
letter that says: "Dear Miss Breanna, I mailed to you a dead whale."
Remember what has been said, after your only Richard #22 is dead,
Breanna #21 my pretty pet, will suffer from biting, post-petty regret
Like a ***** ****** with runny genital ******, a ***** ***** gave to
me, runny genital ****** I didn't need that hurt #6 ***** after I peed
1 moment, you are eating peanuts with a homosexual on a bridge &
the very next moment, you are tossing the ****-****** off the bridge
We will play grab-*** when our ***** are up for grabs, after picking
off scabs where snipers stood, on a roof, as pink powder puffs ****
Let us play grab-*** where our ***** are up for grabs, after scraping
off scabs as snipers would from the roof as powder-pink puffs puke
Witch, I've moved on, my sub-zero, hypothermical, steel-brassiered
witch ***, so hoist up your lard ***, waddle out & ******' get over it!
Do not fault me for stiffening my tip's nip into a scary pose because
I picked strips of ****** paw prints 'cross Laredo's landscape of my
prairie rose, without trimming the glued-on nails of my 7 hairy toes
Sixty streets we could pave with a ****** in my blender circling me
for days, chilling with 8 Mile 'Troit *****-homies who call me Dave
I want my ******* to be much larger, but not as big as a tow boat or
a barge or the Titanic, or the Love Boat or a warehouse garage door
To enhance 2 ***** I'd made drawings in 1 sittin' for Vietnam vets,
who said that the V.C. can be defeated in 10 years, L.B.J. permittin'
My passions are: 10 daily epilepic seizures, pimping my ** *******,
telling lies about Hillary, Honduran flag abuse, hobbling & limping
because I am incapacitated & loyal, after burnin' out #12 heater coil

My passions are: 10 daily epileptic seizures, pimping my ** *******,
telling lies about Hillary, Honduran flag abuse, hobbling & limping
because I am incapacitated & loyal, after burnin' out #12 heater coil

My passions are: 10 daily epilepic seizures, pimping my ** *******,
telling lies about Hillary, Honduran flag abuse, hobbling & limping
because I am incapacitated & loyal, after burnin' out #12 heater coil