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Tomas Escalabus Conecticus's avatar

What a beautifully mapped out piece on old G-Unit’s plight. Safe to say he’s now back on his farm with a big smile on his face. This isn’t to detract from the outrageous carry on and execution of his deportation. Lives are worth more than a document and what was that song Guthrie sung about the land and people? Our destinies have long been in the hands of the bots

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James Graham's avatar

Thank you, I'll take the kudos and the comments. Can cash be far behind ? Bottoms up, Budapest.

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James Graham's avatar

My father's own father, he waded that river,

They took all the money he made in his life;

My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,

And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,

Our work contract's out and we have to move on;

Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

see Woody Guthrie.org for more

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