Rules of Engagement
Death From The Sky
Please give me the regulations on how I might die

It Started inTexas along theRio Grande
Or did it start with the Afghans,Iraq, andVietnam

Napalm

Now they flee cross caliche rock road
In the desert above theRio Grande.From the center of the Americas they were dying to be free
And that’s what came to pass so real, so literally
The Rangers were kind enough to investigate and conclude:

Move along, move along people, nothing here for you to see.
Helicopters are a circling everywhere
I got a baby drone stuck in my hair
Or it flies so high you never hear a sound
Till you hear your last one

And there’s no one left to testify
Against the killer drone
And machines do not have nor feel guilt

So what are the rules of engagement
When you hear Alto! Stop! And your just along for the ride
Will they light up a tourist bus next?
And blow them all the way back to the Mid West?

Rules of Engagement
Death From The Sky
Rules of Engagement
Death from on high

Please give me the regulations on how I might die

No one has died from Marijuana
God decreed overdoses for not even one, but
Plenty are doomed, dead or alive entombed
By the very same masters of  killer copters and drones

For the sin of wanting a job and a living wage
Should  the folk of the center of  the Americas receive
A reception in lead that blows up lives and dreams ?

Rules of Engagement
Death From The Sky
Rules of Engagement
Death from on high

Please give me the regulations on how I might die

In the dark of the night, all alone
On a ribbon of asphalt where the coyotes roam
And the deer seek suicide and humans don’t know
If the lights in the mirror are real…

Are they cop or are they gang?
The gangsters will open fire
Not just the cartels but also the government ones as well
You won’t make it to the lights of town

Cause death from all sides can come
From above and behind, all sides and then some
The rule is you did not obey
And Capitol punishment, is the Texas way
(It’s gotten many a lone star state politico re-elected)

There’s a thousand brands of police
We have but one option
Pull over or die
Cause first its the Guatemalans then friend
It’ you and me.
And America makes three

 

Edgardo

Author: Edgardo

Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.

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