Funny thing, we talk a lot about borders like they’re made of stone. But this land we call the United States? It had another heartbeat before stars and stripes. Indians and other people lived here freely—until folks came across the ocean with plans to wipe 'em out and take the land as their own. That's immigration gone wrong: when you come not to blend in or share, but to conquer and kill. That's fucked up .
Now look at the other side of the coin. Families today crossing borders with nothin' but a sack on their backs, risking it all for a chance at life. Think of what they’re leaving behind—poverty, violence, and desperation. Takes a strong reason to walk away from everything you’ve ever known.
And here’s a twist: millions of Americans have moved south, settling down in Mexico and South America. How would we feel if those countries decided to turn folks away or send 'us all back? Makes you wonder—why is it so hard for us to share? Whose land is it, really? It ain't ours or theirs to claim, not in any permanent way. This land, it's bigger than all of us. Its GODs land.
Maybe it’s time we see each other as neighbors, not threats. Maybe a little registration, a little order—but no more closed gates. Let folks come and go, live and let live.
What do you think?