August 2013

They Are Coming

Chased across the burning earth
Hidden inside cars and vans
Barricaded in old homes.

What we do won’t matter,
They are coming.

Swarms searching through cities
Hundreds ripped away, still looking for more.
Always hunting, always hungry.

Never satisfied with millions caught,
They are coming.

To them, surviving is a crime
Can’t live there or even here
Both sides infested with monsters.

Won’t allow us be living beings,
They are coming.

Home becomes a country of graves
The free land is a little white myth
Accusing us of draining fortunes.

Seeing each other as sub-humans and say
They are coming.

—Diana Elizondo

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