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God Save The Minute Men

The squelching heat has of no effect on the air-conditioned Minute Men as they survey the desert land. Keeping ever vigilant against the alien brown skins that endlessly cross their borders. These pressed khaki pant militias devoutly scour the arid passageways equipped with bottled water, binoculars, and cell phones. Guarding the roads to the ancient canyons of the Navajo and the Peabody Mining Company. Or through the Mexican Missions that predate California. Territory good Anglo American's recently inherited from the parents of rape and murder. God bless America and God save the Minute Men. Dean Walker

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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