I put out the welcome mat
for the murderous spies
with communist leanings
who are always cramming
into my house of horrors.
Trembling under my bed
I hear the cars pulling up.
They took my baby and
her pink dresses and beige
shoes. Out on the asphalt
bullets are hailing as they
make off with my pearls
of wisdom and my mind
which has come undone.
–Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal