Anthem of the Unchosen: Turn V (Remastered)

[Turn V: Borderless] [echos from the past] …borderless… [Intro – The Line That Isn’t] A line is a lie with a flag on each end. A prayer fence. A barbed rosary. You said “immigration”— but we heard incarceration. La frontera didn’t divide us. It divided you— from the truth you paved over with policy and drone light. They came barefoot, with lullabies sewn into their sleeves. You met them with cages. Contracts. And quotas for tears. [Verse – Children in Chains] Don’t tell us this is protocol— when toddlers cry in courtrooms with no translator. When breast milk dries behind razor wire. We don’t forget the sound of zip ties on playground hands. We don’t forget the smell of mylar wrapped like shame. Where were you, when the children drew pictures of their parents as ghosts? [Bridge – Venezuelan Bargains] They called it a transfer. A relocation. But they sent refugees to prisons in Venezuela— in the same planes used for deportations. No trial. No family. No cameras. Just contracts. Signed in suits. Carried out with silence. [Verse – Spanglish Testimonies] M’ijo said, “¿Dónde está mi mami?” They answered in English and bulletproof windows. Abuelita prayed in the dialect of Sonora, while the guards laughed and called her broken. But our tongues are not broken— they are braided. Spanish, Nahuatl, Taíno, Spanglish. We speak in the accents of survival. [Chorus – No Más] This land was never yours to border. Our footprints go farther than your fences ever will. You can raid, but you will never erase. You can detain, but you will never define. We are not illegal. We are ancestral. [Outro – Ghostlines] You drew lines through rivers, and the rivers changed course. You built walls— and we built tunnels lined with prayers and protest songs. Our bodies may pause at the border— but our spirit? Without borders.