#NoOneIsIllegal #NoJusticeOnStolenLand & a bit of Springsteen

#NoOneIsIllegal #NoJusticeOnStolenLand in the USA. Same for Australia. In Israel. And really, in the end, no different even in Europe for the wars they help fuel, the climate change… as thousands continue to drown in the Mediterranean Sea and entitled white young Europeans boated out to try to help them die. Or even more so, how Europeans invaded, brutalized and colonized much of the world, yet now they conveniently forget even as they still reap the benefits of genocide, land theft and enslaved resource extraction. They fear that the mostly people of color migrants and travelers, will do to them what they did to others. Such hypocrisy.
When you buy the “Devils & Dust” album, there’s a note about the writing of this song: “Each year many die crossing the deserts, mountains and rivers of our southern border in search of a better life. Here I follow the journey backwards, from the body at the river bottom, to the man walking across the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande.”

Matamoros Banks by Bruce Springsteen

 

For two days the river keeps you down
Then you rise to the light without a sound
Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars
Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
‘Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
And the things of the earth they make their claim
That the things of heaven may do the same
Goodye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
I walk on twine and tire tread
My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
The touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
Your sweet memory comes on the evenin’ wind
I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again
The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine
A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive
I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
A touch of your loving fingertips

Meet me on the Matamoros….

No copyright infringement intended. This is from one of my favorite albums ever.