Who Was She?
They say she must have been no good,
She must have been a whore,
Or part of a drug gang,
Who she was working for.
No one knows who killed her,
They're all too scared to ask,
No ID, and the guy who shot her,
Was wearing a skeleton mask.
Her lifeless body on the ground,
Took a bullet to the face,
The fact she was shot in the plaza,
Only adds to the disgrace.
No journalist will report WHY she died,
Too afraid to write that line,
The police report simply lied,
Said she lived a life of crime.
The gunman moved on,
No one got in his way,
She'll be a nameless number soon,
On the List of the Dead Today.
It's tough down here in Mexico,
The Drug War rages on,
30,000 dead and counting,
Petrified by what is wrong.
She could have been a drug mule,
Or a school girl walking home,
Surrounded by corruption,
She lay there all alone.
Drug Lords run this country,
Protected by the cops,
With kickbacks to the army,
Drug traffic never stops.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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