I’m not much good for attacking our own,
but orders are orders. American
farmers, pissed as hell at wetback crackdowns,
have amassed land inside Mexico and
Central America. The Chief said sear
that offshore crap. Our satellite lenses
trail those dark drones easily through the clear
night skies of Baja and Belize. Rinses
of maltoxin will damage lettuce crops
and paralyze crews who work tomorrow.
Our sucker punch under stars puts a stop
to their harvests. You could hear the Chief crow.
I asked if our strikes caused market downturns.
His glare made real clear that’s not our concern.
Roger Armbrust
September 5, 2007
