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.
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