Border security

I yearn to describe what is different in here

Expressions evade my command

The houses are painted in colors unknown

An eerie mystique in the land

Places I feel like I‘ve seen in my dreams

Or maybe on daytime TV

The flickering lights and stuttering flags

On porches of empty decrees

The people are nice and they made you a pie

I‘m starting to cherish this place

I shouldn‘t have smiled at that stranger afar

Buckshot straight to my face

Border security

Corner me, bury me

dollars are paid for parole

An 8 hour flight, a 6 hour drive

And weather I cannot control