They Keep Coming

They keep coming with their dry mouths and broken shoes

From the cold mountain tops

They storm the walls of Ceuta and all over the world

They cross deserts, drown in the seas, walk along highways, hide in steel boxes

They come from the jungles, the mountains, the fields

Filling the slums of Cairo, Port-au-Prince and all the cities with flashy dreams

Of soft feet and proper teeth

And leftovers, lots of leftovers

They won't stop coming while we dig our pools

Choose good schools

Choose a movie

Choose a skirt

Choose a cruise

Choose a dessert

They sweat and spit

They don't have running water

They want our stuff

They just keep coming

Turn on the light

Check the closet

Look under the bed

Build more jails

Higher walls

Shoot to kill

They just keep coming