| Sunday, March 4, 2007 |
| "Sometimes I lie awake in the dawn with the hate for a generation that’s apathy born." |
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This weekend, Amanda Hines and I drove down to Nogales to spend time on both sides of the border. For the first time ever, I actually stood next to the fence that separates Nogales, Ariz. from Nogales, Sonora. The messages graffitied along the Sonoran-side of the border spoke volumes -- in ways, they became works of art before our eyes.
You know, I've spent a lot of time since our visit yesterday, trying to decide how to best describe the wall and the messages sketched across it.
Sometimes though, your realize your own words simply aren't enough; sometimes you aren't even justified in trying to speak for others.
Maybe sometimes it's even best to let your photos speak for themselves, although nothing is the same as being there.
 
Sometimes I scream in the night,
Then robbed of the right to choose.
Wrong turnings that take us to a place,
That give us opinions and thoughts of our own.
But in truth we have known, we are robbed of the sun -
We’re robbed of the light that awakens our devil in turn.
Sometimes I lie awake in the dawn,
With the hate for a generation that’s apathy born.
I see the problem remains - when they keep us in chains,
When they hold us with vagabond remains.
Do they see us the same as the boys who came to torment them?
Do they see us the same?
Opinions at night, hold on through the fight.
Hold on ‘til we’re out of the door.
Opinions contain, they’re lost to the same -
While slipping right into their shoes.
Opinions, my love, we lost all we love,
But the love ain’t the last of us fools.
Opinions we had, opinions remain.
Opinions they gave us,
Opinions they’re all just the same.
Sometimes I wait for a cry from the people that hold us for fools.
Wherever it comes, its like down by the ones,
With everyone under one roof.
Whatever I say, Lord, they won’t see the day,
When it’s them and not all of us too.
I know I suspect, but for comfort I guess,
They continue like everyone of us that lays down the rules.
Opinions at night, hold onto through the fight.
Hold onto we’re out of the door.
Opinions contain, they’re lost to the same -
While slipping right into their shoes.
Opinions, my love, we lost all we love,
But the love ain’t the last of us fools.
Opinions we had, opinions remain.
Opinions they gave us,
Opinions they’re all just the same.
Opinions they’re all just the same.
Opinions they’re all just the same.
"Opinions," by Lee Broderick
Lyrics transcribed and all photos taken by Kari Shaffer
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