CARTELS by Sonya J Young

CARTELS by Sonya J Young

Such an ominous soundtrack
to a precarious life
which sounds much like the devil
speaking with foetus bones
jammed in his throat
Cigar smoke clogs the air
and the men are seeped in Tequila
There can be no guarantees
of trust or loyalty in this
home-made hell
The only smiles you see
are sinister ones
Everyone is corrupt, rough and
menacing and a human life
has about as much meaning
as a grain of sand in a desert
The constant fear is so tangible
you can almost hold it
in your hand and mould it
like a piece of dough
Long, straight highways and bent cops
and corpses hanging from bridges
a warning for the meek….
Run Rosary beads through your fingers
and look for portents in the clouds
Search for Jesus in a loaf of bread
yet not a Saint to save you now
Drugs are such deadly delights
bringing money and madness…
Guns are mere play-things
with bullets that kiss the innocent
and the guilty in equal measure
Death in the heat and dust
violence and venom….
And what is the point of all this
…….drugs, wealth and power
But never a moments peace
to be had….

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