Overnight they arrive, a family unknown, In the heart of our community, a Cartel House stark,
In the heart of shadows, it stands, while immigrants swiftly fill the vacant space.
Should I fear their presence, in whispers sown, where change arrives like shade in the dark? immigrants move silently like shifting sands. Faces unknown, yet a new life they embrace.

They know not our culture, our language a wall, amidst uncertainty, should fear abide?
Another family arrives, their roots unknown, Building dreams in the sun’s relentless sway.
A mother and baby, should I welcome all, seek to understand, to stand by their side?
Strangers in a land where seeds are sown. The mother tends to plants, the father toils away,

The father in construction, hands and hopes worn, chickens they raise, for survival, strive,
Their culture is a world apart, roosters cluck and roam, and neighbors gossip, what’s the deal?
On Saturdays celebrations from dusk till morn, a clash with our community, a cultural divide.
A longing for belonging beats in their heart. Their callous life is a misunderstood appeal.

Strangers in ranks, men of different lands, some here for a moment then gone with the winds,
But as time flows, more join their fold, Young men labor barely given a chance,
Working in construction, with tied hands. Who is the toddler? Another saga begins.
Different faces, always young, never old. bearing different names, a unique circumstance.

A teenage boy? The dogs, an unwelcomed sound, some speak our tongue, most remain silent,
Tarp structures rise, outbuildings take form, a culture clash tale, whispers of a Cartel abode.
Names unfamiliar, from nations around. Dogs unfixed, out of the yard, will they be violent?
The noise, a commotion, a neighborhood storm, lean-tos, tents, then a complaint about code.

Fences rise higher, the yard a frontier, music dims, parties hushed in the night,
No more loud music, no late-night soiree, Yet amidst the chaos, a poignant despair,
Tarp structures crumble, a signal clear, a muted existence, out of cautious sight.
They learn to keep low-key, to blend and obey, yet a truth unveiled, too heavy to bear.

Neighbors are distressed, barking in the night, anger brews a storm, dark clouds overhead,
Behind the façade of this broken abode, bound by debts, they tread on an unseen chain,
Escaping dogs roam, causing constant fright, Yet no one complains, a truth left unsaid,
the darker truth, a debt held only by code, the Cartel’s pawns in a cruel, relentless reign.

They strive to clean up, to mend what’s broken, dogs returned, mistreated and frail,
Silent whispers, unspoken woes, A reflection of lives, hope is growing dim.
But behind closed doors, a darker token. Puppies out in storms, a woeful tale.
Confinement is masked by superficial throes. like dogs, their plight aching and grim,

Through the chaos and clash, the truth emerges, brought here by the Cartel, shackles unseen,
Their freedom chained like dogs, their spirits low, aching hearts, burdened souls refrain,
These souls are enslaved, by sinister urges. debt binds them tight, a nightmarish dream.
A captive existence, poor dogs, a silent woe. Kept from voicing the torment, the endless pain.

They cannot leave, trapped within these walls, So I do not complain, though sadness prevails,
For to speak is to risk their fragile hold, while in the Cartel’s grip, they silently dwell,
Silent cries echo through the Cartel’s halls, in their eyes, I see the true tales.
Seen as dogs by a world-grown cold, immigrants, trapped in the confines of a living hell.