Toast
Let me get this straight,
you demand everything be free
have no intention to assimilate.
I said we need to tighten up the boarders a bit
to screen who's coming in.
You called me a racist
said I put children in cages.
You pulled the "phobia care". Again
From your magic hat of political correctness.
Truth is those children are being clothed and well fed.
Entertained and educated
have a roof over their heads
free medical attention...
Unlike some of our own children
and many homeless vets-
My views have nothing to do
with the color of your skin
or your religion.
It has everything to do with
separating roses from the weeds...
Remember you even said you wanted to kill me
demanded all that free stuff..."that my blue collar butt
will pay for with sweat and blood"...
Now you want me to lay out the welcome mat
and shut my trap.
well, that's never going to happen jack.
I'm the type that doesn't mind speaking my mind.
Having a little tussle in the political muck.
Walking down the throat of a gun...
So, get in line like the millions before you.
Bring those baskets filled with good intentions
leave those thorns of hate behind
Don't cut in line
maybe someday we can toast
to assimilation and democracy...
Share a hectare of Mexican gold
from the torch of lady liberty's soul
and inhale the sweetness of freedom.
forever.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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