A draft of a poem I’m writing…

A high horse ridden by the mighty pale rider
To leave us with nothing but scraps, for all was taken by this outsider
Faulty memory when reminded the blasts from the past
Wondering how much the pain in the wounds of our flesh will last.

Gloatingly taking the name of a whole continent
To define the part of the land that to you doesn’t and won’t ever belong
By slavering and murdering all of its true residents
To raise your own wicked empire, and sit on your own foolish throne.

Change pronunciation because you cannot even learn the language
Pose for the photograph for your chlorophyll has the real advantage
Always absurdly denying what’s itching under your own bigoted skin
Do your abusive vicious actions make you some kind of supreme being?


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