Must build a fence so high and wide
The Berlin Wall in aspiration
Was merely commonplace bromide.
And then, of course, you’d need sharp shooters
To take out women who’d be "brooders"
Of “anchor babies” since you’ve sworn
They won’t be to the manner born.
To make sure that it’s petrifying
You’d sow the border with land mines
To let them know they’ve crossed deadlines.
In other words, you're terrifying
The economic refugees
Who’ll do your work just as you please.