Short Quotas Poems

The cops are on the roads today
And this is why, I’d bet,
Their ticket quotas for the month
Have not been filled quite yet.

This is the last day of the month
And so the pressure’s on
To catch some speeders in the hours
Before the day is gone.

We saw them nabbing five or six;
All slowed without a fuss.
I’m glad they nailed those other cars
And had no time for us....

Read More

The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns

The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come

No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned

Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken   
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own

(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)...

Read More

From joining the Union in 2004,
no longer Crowns, but thorns in the Euro Zone.
Dues through Asylum’s open door

Quotas from Italy or Greece,
over casings and from caters,
to step on hope and find peace.

Refugees search for compassion’s border.
Not the miles or cold nights that draw cry,
but new states of natural order

of those with new fence and wire.
Young questions, maybe one more night
with hunger and a shared fire....

Read More

Pray for the Working Man
The one with calloused hands
Who has often been forgotten 
On the roadside of life's demands
The one that's seen faltering
At every juncture, every step
The one that seems to get it
But hasn't got it yet

Pray for the Working Man
As he fights for what little's left
Doing daily battles
With the thoughts inside his head
In what alone he would have been
Or in the past he could have said
So that his quotas are met
Pray for the Working Man...

Read More