Somebody left the back gate openbyMy Erotic Trail©
Somebody left the back gate open
(Our Southern Border)
I watch as a Golden Eagle wrestles with a snake
among the cactus, across the River Big
peering over a twisted and fallen barbed wire fence.
The Neighborhood Watch Committee
duct-taped fliers on every telephone pole
where buzzards perch and watch scorpions scramble,
alerting 'US' there may be a prowler on the loose.
"Lock and secure your home,"
sure as a Sheriff wears a star we do this already.
"Probably just another lost and wandering alien.
Delirious from the heat, fatigue, and starvation
from their long, Lone Star lit journey, across
the endless desert. With nothing more
than desire, and the rail road tracks
to navigate by."
I think most were more concerned with
the Border Patrol's memo: (concerning)
the rattle snake's population explosion this year.
You need Binoculars just to read the
Footnote: Just because there is a drought
does not mean that there are not any 'wet backs'.
There's extravagant graffiti, painted
just above the spray cans littered around a Bush
at the foot of massive boulders
out in the middle of no-where,
an Hispanic gang marking their tree.
"It's elementary, dear Watson!
You invade a rival's boundary
then expect and prepare for retaliation."
En la Casa Blanco es no fiesta!
Dialing 911, sending our soldiers over seas
in the name of freedom, to help
those who suffer from tyranny,
this I understand. I am just astonished
that it took them this long to realize
somebody left the back gate open.
(“I have sworn... eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man” Thomas Jefferson).