El Rey de Teotihuacá

El Rey de Teotihuacá Poem

El Rey plays his way

As he sings every day

 

His songs are realized

When his accordion is emphasized

 

His music of migration

Is his communication

The songs of migrants’ dreams

Are his themes

 

Polkas of the border

Are in order

 

No wall is too tall

Knock it down to a straw

 

Monarch butterflies rise to the skies

To hear the migrants’ cries

 

Their routes will be followed

By migrants who don’t wallow

 

Chihuahuas listen

While musical notes glisten

 

Music is energized

So that their journey is prioritized

 

Feather serpents bare their glare

As they wait to share

 

The dance floor will soar

With border music at its core

 

Migrants will dance

And the chihuahuas will prance

 

El Rey sings all night

To share a migrant’s plight