Borders

Borders are not made for friendship
Borders are not made for love
There are plenty of hawks flying over
But you seldom see a dove

You draw a line in the sand
And dare the other to cross
You think he's coming for welfare
So you say, Brother, I ain't no Santa Claus

Bodies are found on the border
People whose lives were lost
They give their all to come to America
And everything is sometimes the cost

Love thy neighbor as thyself
Doesn't apply at the border
All the so-called patriot wants
Is his form of law and order

So bless the migrant
As he crosses the desert
Bless him under the hot and burning sun
For when he reaches the border
His love of  America easily could be undone