I defied the Sonoran wilds
A wooden border fence to cross
I'll feed my wife and child
With the calloused hands my homeland lost
The last desert wolf has died
But I will struggle on
To the north
A battered dog claws the dust
And cowers to the brush as I pass
On to the American dream
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