Gone

This is not for me
It simply won't do
I've got words for you

Ages have past with murders
Slanders and deadbeats raping
Women, now Peasants, now Gypsies,
Now Christians, now Pagans, now Jews,
Now Savages, now Niggers, now Chinks,
Now Japs, now Poles, now Dagos, now Commies
Now Dogans, now Huns, now Flips, now Wetbacks,
Now Crackers, now Fags, now Dikes, now Liberals,
Now Conservatives, now Kaffirs – Who? Dune Coons!

Wogs! Rag Heads! Camel Jockeys! Womanizers!
Muslims, I say! Muslims! Muslims! Muslims!

Terrorists! The whole lot! Everyone of them a
Plague, a disease, a stain, an abomination, an
Extremist, a corruption, a killer, a sinner, a
Sickness, a cancer, a blight, a felon, a con, an
Infection – Marked as the Sons and Daughters of
Cain Himself.

Such is the cycle of hate
A deep seated island of humor
Laugh as I do. Please. Smirk at
The silliness of humanity.

Quite the irony.
Quite the joke.

Within this mist, dwelling on
Stick figure women, their
Breasts and their wallets, bodies
Clad in silk and diamonds, dreaming
Within warm suburban televised living
Rooms, giggle away today and watch
Powerful men tap dance happily, inaugurating
Kings bathing in the passionate blood of Hate.

Gone. It's all gone. If it ever was.

Humanity.