Arizona LamentationA poem by Luis Alberto Urrea
We were happy here before they came.
This was always Odin's garden,
a pure white place.
Cradle of the Saxons,
birthplace for the Norsemen.
No Mexican was ever born in our lands
until their envy and racial hatred
forced us to build a border fence.
But they kept coming.
There were never Apache villages here--
we never saw these Navajos, Papagos,
Yaquis. It's a lie. Until their wagons
kept coming and coming. And their soldiers.
We worshipped at the great god's tree.
We had something good here.
We had family values and clean sidewalks.
Until those savages came, until they took this dream
and colored it.
originally posted on La Bloga