RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS
Mass Deportation
Round em up and head em out
The dark-skinned ones
The undocumented
The ones without bankable skills
The ones without employment
The ones who lack insurance
The one who have no bank accounts
Round em up and head em out
By the hundreds and the thousands
On the streets and in the cities
In the alleys and the homeless camps
In the pubs and in the fields
Filling jobs that no one wants
At less than living wages
Under less than decent conditions
Round em up and head em out
When they’re no longer useful
When they’ve spent their last buck
When the boss can’t make the payroll
When they cost more than they’re worth
When politicians need a scapegoat
When there’s no one else to blame
It’s an old game
Use them and abuse them
Like cattle on the range
Until the crops have been gathered
And the harvest is all done
Round em up and head em out
Until next year …
