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Fox says they drove into the city

Looking for the convent,

Before three nuns appeared

One after the other

Red jewel on their foreheads

Above the veil

Their whispered gestures said

Come here

A cross breed city,

Drunk off the blood of their savior

Cab drivers, who ash on their rosaries

As they ask, what do you fight for?

Cars tailgating the border

Headlights bleed to the otherside where

Kids are talking to god

Believing their dirt is holy

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A privilege, is to choose to leave

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The cabs could only drive so close to the border

Before they were shooed away by guns and words—

—people who believed their worship was an excuse to kill

Leaving the nuns to fight their own war

Protected by the cross on their chest

The trucks of other faiths

Rambling through the city

Looking for someone else’s god to blame