An air of despair
of sadness and loss.
Life fabric tears
in cultures that cross.
like harvesting ghosts
these workers unseen,
from prairie to coast
picking cabbage and beans
America's truth
from this new demand,
I don't see our youth
working the land
Now field yields are low
the foreigners gone,
the fruit rots in rows....
their visas withdrawn.
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Feelings
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Author Notes
Rounding up peaceful Mexicans that have been working hard and paying taxes for years, is not a clever move. Can you seriously see today's youth harvesting and working as diligently as these Mexicans, that were happy to work hard to send money home and pay US taxe? Even if their entry was dubious, there is a better way than ripping them from their life here.
In Vermont, on the dairy farms, they hire Mexicans, many local kids do not want to work the family farms and it is hard, long work. I worry about this and Trump's reckless disregard for the people that provide food for America's table.
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