Who's on Board?

1:20 PM and we've stopped in Havre.
Border patrol lining the sidewalk,
but these guys are nice
and it seems they like to talk.
How are you?
Good, and you?
Good. and he smiles politely.
On board, sweeping aisles for the illegal,
not taking this immigrant search lightly.
We won't bother you.
I'm white.
And no accent. (should have gone Spanish).
Everything's clear, the train can move on
and these men in green with gold badges vanish.
So long legal citizens.
So long.
The gears start turning in my mind;
why do they check baggage before boarding a plane?
but they never checked a single bag today;
aren't there more people riding this train?
All aboard!
(It seems they have the last word).