to hand it to the drug cartels.
their ingenuity
and relentless
pursuit of money
is amazing.
decades of hard work,
with foot to the pedal,
nose to the wheel.
how well organized they are.
willing to
hide a bag
of drugs
into any orifice
of their day laborers to
carry it across
that invisible line
of a border.
nothing stops them.
they possess
boats and submarines
a fleet of planes.
soldiers and weapons
beyond what
most countries have.
trucks
and cars. dope
stuffed into the fabric
of coffins
from afar.
they leave a trail of dead bodies
across the world.
a new tombstone goes up
every ten minutes
with the dead,
the youthful veins filled
with the golden
poison. insatiable
slaves to the candy.
their learned chemists get the most
out of one
tiny pill,
one enormous plantation field.
we know were they are,
hiding in plain sight,
we can circle the dots on a map.
the politicians
in their countries
know where they are,
but the money is too good
to stop them.
everyone has a hand out for
dash.
why slip further into poverty
when we have this well oiled
machine
and there's more
veins to be fed.
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