The Only Growth Industry Left in Latin America

Narcotraficante; tell me, does he differ much from you? He's
Just a guy who makes his living selling local produce to
The rich white people in the north. You cut his pay
And fired him. Your people in the government no longer
Even try to help. He wants to eat, to make some money,
Raise a family, as you do. Unlike you, though, he must hide,
Must kill and be prepared to die. He's getting rich,
But lives in fear, and probably would choose another way
To stay alive, but your sort can't be bothered to give him
A decent job.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-11-27 at 00:21

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
And if he's desperate enough to take his stuff across to Miami, good old Pete will have him murdered at sea; shame, as all those coke sniffers will may have to pay more!
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