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
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