Dead Bodies Floating By/ La Ley Fuga Poem by Juan Olivarez

Corona and Tecate my kind of beer,
Couldn't stem the flow, from there to here.
hornitos tequila, so smooth and fine,
from the blue agave, just divine.
now there's dead bodies by the road,
Gotta smuggle just one more load.

Guitar music would fill the air,
In this sun kissed land, so very fair.
All kinds of tacos at any time,
Order of three, each just a dime.
now there's dead bodies in the streets,
Little white powder, large black deeds.

used to cross the bridge and buy my booze,
It was cheaper than water, so much to choose.
Great deals in the market of every kind,
Leathers and curios to blow your mind.
now the rivers polluted and we just sigh,
you see there's dead bodies floating by.

The press is hanging on the gallows tree,
The army is in town nobody is free.
Gun battles daily, heads turning up,
On the mayor's doorstep, when will it stop.
you say they deserve it there's a price to pay,
Corruption breeds corruption is all they say.

But for the wretched, the end is here,
There's nothing left, not even a tear.
mexico is gone, all that's left is hell.
Don't drink the water, dad's in the well.
With no death penalty, there's no respite,
Shoot them when you catch them, shoot them on sight.

Reinstate ' la ley fuga' and let them run,
Then shoot them all, with their own guns.


5/22/12 Alton Texas