The Old 5y Ranch

There is an old ranch outside of El Paso in New Mexico
No windmills, not a drop of water, sits on the Mexican border
No horses or cattle, not a cowboy does it employ
Used to be a working cattle ranch, but that was long ago
Now a lot of outlaw, no law and order
Now it is just the Devil's toy

The old ranch house, the window are painted black
All run down the fences of barb wire
Bones of ghost cattle lay in the sand, from cattle mutilations
Used in ceremonies for the Devil's attack
The witches dance and chant around a bon fire
Human sacrifices are taken as donations

Cowboy hat, boots and spurs, are gone by the way
No round up or rawhide on this outfit
In the tall mesquite dunes, a "sweat lodge" is where they worship
always carry on by night, never during the day
Where "The Head Witch reigns, don't think that she will ever quit
Booby traps galore, so you had better not slip

A multi million dollar cocaine shipping factory
Hidden off in the brush.under lock and key
Shipped by railroad, by air and Interstate Ten
A Helluva a tale and quite a story
Where "muling drugs" got it's name, when brought in by donkey
Don't get caught out there, you might not get back

Now for the scary part, if the other was not bad enough
When you think our Southern border is safe, well think   again?
They are protected by the police and the United States Border Patrol
Telling us they are fighting drugs and it is tough
And the war on drug, they are going to win
How can they when the Devil has their soul
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Chachere Avatar
April 23, 2010 at 11:39 PM
You should right a book, putting all of your poems into one story, broken up in sections.the devil would only be able to take to souls who have fallen into darkness or the souls of the weak who try to resist, but their spirit is just not strong enough.but it's pretty scary.only my thoughts.have a great night Danny. -Always&Forever LYnette
Devonshire Avatar
April 22, 2010 at 8:32 AM
I expect to be on the road tomorrow, Danny, but look forward to reading your next work when I reach my destination. Love, Carolyn
Delacroix Avatar
April 20, 2010 at 8:37 PM
Oh wow! That is a very chilling write, bring to the reader a very sad reality. Thanks for sharing, Danny. Hope all is well with you. Take care, Caroline.
A   Avatar
April 20, 2010 at 7:09 AM
Deep,Well written have a nice one . p.d.
Devonshire Avatar
April 20, 2010 at 6:46 AM
How sad that the old ranch and its much-needed operations have been abandoned to make way for this type of activity, Danny. A friend's son works for the Border Patrol and it is a tough job trying to combat those who seek to traffic in drugs across the border. And I never before knew how the phrase "muling drugs" was coined. Great poem! Love, Carolyn
Mehta Avatar
April 20, 2010 at 6:41 AM
It 's wonderful poem. I enjoyed it
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