by James Raymond
photo: Dennis Arnold
one view of the border crisis is found here
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they turn to greet the knowing day Sentries of the secrets that lie beneath the colored clay Secrets of the Coyote King This river of blood has washed away The dreams of a million sons and daughters They spill into the hugry night They spill into the sea They lost their fame and fortune to the Coyote king He'll lead us through the canyons Deliver us to Eden Grease the clasped hands standing In the way of freedom A lighthouse throwing blinding lies across an angry sea We never saw the eyes of the Coyote King copyright 1999 James Raymond - all rights reserved |
