A truck picked them
up near the Mexican border
And drove across
Texas in blistering heat.
A hundred or more
were crammed together
With nothing to
drink and nothing to eat.
The big rig rolled
down the Texas highway
Heading for San
Antonio, they say.
Smugglers would pick
up their "cargo" there,
And SUVs would cart
them away.
The temperature
inside the tractor-
Trailer was over 100
degrees.
The door of the
trailer was locked from the outside.
The driver ignored
the passengers' pleas.
Chorus:
Farewell, dear
friends--queridos amigos.
Were you a father, a
brother, a son?
Whatever your
motivations, you
All were victims in
more ways than one.
When authorities
found the vehicle
And opened the door
and looked inside,
Eight of the
passengers remaining
In the
tractor-trailer had died.
Two more victims
died in the hospital.
Others remained in a
critical state.
Dehydration and
heatstroke had been
Cruel agents of
their sad fate.
Desperate to find
better conditions,
They learned that
success is not guaranteed.
Hopes can be dashed
and life can be threatened
When you're a victim
of smugglers' greed.
Chorus:
Farewell, dear
friends--queridos amigos.
Were you a father, a
brother, a son?
Whatever your
motivations, you
All were victims in
more ways than one.
(7-25-17) By Bob B
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