“The Wasp” by Steven Watson

THE WASP

 

Sun scorched lips on a rusty canteen

A pack full of tortillas and weed

His bloody wounds blister gangrene

As he bakes on a rock and bleeds

 

A bullet tears through his Wrangler jeans

Barbed wire slashes his back

He’s running on fear and refried beans

And, the sting,

He longs for death

 

The wasp descends with lightning speed

Glitters gold with wings of steel

The hornet preys on all it sees

Glitters gold and poor men kneel

 

The wasp strikes hard

Round after round

He stumbles in the cactus and sand

The Mexican buckles as he hits the ground

A bandana flag in his hand

 

The wasp descends with lightning speed

Glitters gold with wings of steel

The hornet preys on all it sees

Glitters gold and poor men kneel

 

 

“The Wasp”, © copyrighted by Steve Watson, All Rights Reserved

 

 

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