What Are We To Do

What are we to do
the family cried,
when you lock us up,
taking away our pride?
I would like to come here legally.
Lord knows I tried,
but you lock me up,
now my child has died.
What kind of person are you,
all torn up inside.
When I was crossing
the border wide.
I know you hate my face
when you deride
my life's pain and suffering
as you stood there and lied.