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Poetry of "The Deportados"

Remember, remember, the third of November
La Migra treason and plot;
I know of no reason why La Migra treason
should never be forgot.


La Migra, la Migra,
‘Twas its intent
to ruin my family’s success attempt,
put my parents down below,
the Mansilla brothers still to come.
No God’s Providence when we were catch’d
by a blue uniformed with a badge.


A year later, we are happy, we are free,
we are fighting for our country.
No more secrets, no more fear,
proudly, we were born here;
No more secrets, no more fear,
Mexico will succeed.



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