To the Western Statesmen

You've taken people as yourselves? — Lying backwards, feeding on blood? Your moms are screwed while you're asleep. You'll soon see how you catamites And prostitutes, Sons and daughters of prostitutes And catamites, Will be sent to hell on your streets, In your own homes, In your own cars, in offices. You murdered the native owners Of the land you have occupied For all these years and no one touched Even your balls. You still go on Stealing their kids or taking them With all sorts of lies and deceits To either kill them or erase Their ancestral identity. There was no one to take your seeds. Those bones discovered recently In Canada you did not kill Hundreds of years before today. They're kids of the native people You still kill in these current days.* This is you! There are real people Still in this world of you b.i.t.c.h.e.s, Pimps, catamites, and prostitutes To seize your bloody throats and necks. This is the day of reckoning. Those you killed in America, In Congo, Malaysia, Iraq, In Bosnia, Afghanistan, and Syria, In Vietnam, in Nagazaki, And in today's Palestine all Are resurrected to f..u..c..k you And the w.h.o.r.e.s who gave birth to you. 10.19.2023 *See the short story "Lullaby" by Leslie Marmon Silko. No comments, please!