While

While someone is writing unfair
White poem in a white America
About the sick in “obama uncare”

Why must the brown guy squat ,
A dewatered body, a corrupt file
In state of slight decomposition

On empty slogans , with plastic
Water bottles on the rail tracks
Doing his craps between trains

Or lie on a stare, sleep infested
And he is drinking cough syrup
Not for the health of his throat.

“While this” with the”why that”
Launches the poets and browns
On ¬†dark night’s syrupy poetry.

The cough syrup is hard to get.
Poem is hardly an expectorant
For cough in mankind’s throat.

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