A poem by Rudy H. García
Here we go again, listening to
Pat, the lush Bu-can-us and Rush, the pill popping limba, cry, in their beer
Spiting inebriated paranoid anti-immigrant curses, into, pain killer stanched microphones
Poor me! Poor me! O` Woes me! Woes me!
Too many Mexicans
Jose can you see?
Please, America, listen to me!
While I tell you, what I [...]

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by Ken Treviño
The small coastal towns of Port Isabel and South Padre Island have felt the big presence of an influx of Homeland Security officers. A storm of arrests have been made over the last two weeks that’s starting to make it look like Dolly #2.
Undercover agents are now boarding public transportation buses, entering businesses, [...]

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