20 Nov 2015 – Sonnet

Taking back back their country for a clean white god
no one’s ever heard about – except for them –
who looks and thinks like they do! Ain’t that odd?
And how convenient, horking up his words like phlegm!
“Love your neighbor as yourself – if he’s like you
in all respects of politics and color,
race and creed, able to support himself. But screw
the rest, since god named you the caring culler!”
Seasons change their socks but leave a bloody track
as millions flee in fear, their loved ones bringing
here – where raging rhetoric mounts new attacks,
around them xenophobic millions singing.
A whispered thought amidst the frenzied drumming:
“will there be even one left at My coming?”