It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile patriotic palpitations
had meaning only when we lived in tribes.
Today our people mix and mingle freely –
so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley,
and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those jibes?
Since nations never have a sense of humour,
it’s little wonder why we have these wars.
We need a change of heart. Embrace the cause:
don’t split us into gooks or spooks or squaws,
or hicks or micks or spicks, or baby-boomers.
One nation under God, we’re all consumers.
Categories:
wetbacks, satire,
Form: Sonnet
i strive for you baby
Justice raped by a State of Wetbacks
Justice be a Commanders first love
You are stuttering cap that bull, you give a full account
What render aide? aint that a law?
Wait look at the video tape
Well DA said I was a special case.
Hey its ok Dan, hell man I been up there with you
Looking hard studying ever face of my Jurors
My fury, my fault, I still fall hard Im sorry Sheriff's
S.O. be paid and served with high respects
Jefferson be a racist mofo in my book
I pass by you like Soputhern gentlemen do
Respect? well Sir i carry a sword too
And I remember her, yea 911 operator a hot line
And The Captain hes hell on wheels
trust me you dont want to be on his badside
I learned this the hard way
In cell 1 segergation 4 mnths
Seashells were awesome back then
My cousin Amys daughter drowned to death
My mom got my kids back from the state
Oh yea I was in 7 highspeed chases
And trust Justice she always served me well
Categories:
wetbacks, angst, cousin, me,
Form: Rhyme