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.