Lunatics Next Door
They drift across the border
Some drunk
Some looking for work
A better life
Drug runners
All working on night moves
They never move during the light of day
Trails through the desert
Coyotes leading them to uncertain destinies
A cattle car or a van stuffed liked sardines
All for the hope of freedom and money
We sip our coffee and watch CNBC
And complain about our jobs.
Never realizing there are a subclass of people
Ready willing and able to take those jobs for less money
We live on the edge as they do
The weak always get cut out of the herd
And the strong survive.
Be careful what you wish for…
A double wide and a lunatic living next door
Could be your future.
Appreciate what you have.
Strive to get more, but remember the wolves are at the door.
And they will eat you without any regrets.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2016
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