Fleeing Mexico

Surrounded by a wall
Six feet in height
A Locked gate
And guards with guns

She never saw the outside
Except from the tinted windows
Of a car
Never going far

Is this the way
For a child to live?
With threats as
a normal thing?
And men with guns
Considered friends?

One day a trivial thing
Was stolen
Just a lunchbox,
Nothing more.
But in it's place was left
A letter of great anger

"Leave this place now
Or you will see
What I can do
To your family.
I know you have kids
And they will suffer
Leave
Now"

And so they left
Forced out of their home
Another country held
Their new abode

Older now is the girl
Living there still
In a great place
With wonderful friends

But maybe the memories
Are not yet gone
The story lives
The guards still needed
On all returns

Author notes

Just a short poem on the childhood of one of my friends. Crappy yes, but I felt like it...It's one depressing story when you hear it from her. And I left out why they got threats...oh, smart me...whatever.
Written November 3rd, 2005