Alligator pear 

They have taken over 

They brought the guns the narcos the fear the pain 

I wake up to gunshots everyday 

I'm used to them now. If you listen closely you can hear the different pitches when each gun goes off. if you think hard enough the noises  become music and the music becomes safety 

So I dance, dancing with the trees that hold the rich avocados I danced through my town I call home.

Home this not my home anymore   

Households full of guns 

People piled up wilting away   

Protection that's what they promised me 

They lied 

Sweet lautaro I hope one day I can return

 when the sun is high and my avocados are green and ripe 

when the loud sounds are not screams of terror but are from children playing in the yard  

But till then, I must flee 

Hiding in a truck underneath blankets I risk my life with my family hand in hand 

We arrived at the place where they call the land of the free

But I am not free

The fear of the gun shots hunt me hunt me through day and night 

It holds me tight suffocating until i'm paralyzed

Living in the shelter with foreign people beside 

A man named bento

A light in a continuous free fall in darkness.