It takes a thousand desaparecidas
in Cuidad Juarez to equal
one white girl vanished in Aruba.
It’s always been that way
and it won’t change anytime soon.
The Minute Men don’t wear hoods,
but they should.
The Minute Men are proud citizens
but not Americans,
they crawl like Gila monsters,
scorpions on the desert floor,
they're rattlesnakes that rattle their tail-guns.
They want their sons
to grow up in a country
so white, so right, so bright
like the desert sun
beating down on Mexican bones
until it drives the wind insane.