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
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Written on 2025-11-27 at 00:21
