...as we left the border and entered the interior last week.
ENTERING LOUISIANA
by Haven, July 16, 2007
Entering Louisiana, what will we find?
Immigrants of another kind.
Here they live, here they work;
Hot and sweaty, they do not shirk.
In the cane fields oh so sweet,
With snakes and skeeters round your feet.
On the rooftops in the blazing sun,
Repairing the wreckage Katrina has done.
Gas and oil wells, what about them?
Are they jobs for migrants, or poor white men?
Survival the key while they feed the machine,
Of economic progress, huge and obscene.
Lake Charles Beach, three people in sight,
On a late Monday morning, though the sun is so bright.
Time off is a privilege, like money in the bank
Only the rich have enough; do they thank
The migrants who make it possible?
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