So Sick!

I am so sick:

Of the saggy pants, the red against blue,

18^th street against 13^th,

And so much blatant disrespect,

Curse words and the middle finger,

Thrown about-now a way of life.

The white supremists hate all those not white,

Nigger and spick, kike or whop,

Words meant to demean and show contempt,

Spew from their hateful lips.

And the blacks want to punish the great-great ancestors,

Who owned their very own great-great relatives,

Who toiled in a world they knew nothing about,

And suffered and worked and cried.

The Mexicans risk life and limb,

As well as possible incarceration.

In order to bring children to a land,

Which offers far more than their homeland.

But their children hang our flag upside,

And refuse to show honor as the pledge is recited.

They call each other names,

And have no respect for their elders,

They kill each other in the streets,

And like dogs mark their territories with graffiti.

In truth, they own nothing,

They are bullies, all.

But they have terrorized our cities…until,

One way or another, they do seem to rule.