My thoughts only seem to ever matter

when the gray matter has been shot outta my head and splattered

up against the wall

&

even then I may not be worth a chit nor a chatter

yet you have the nerve to ask me what's the matter?

As if I should be flattered

that you hashtagged #alllivesmatter

but as a matter of fact, 

I'm appalled

that you think a wall

would be the end-all

of Pipils who have seen it all.

 

Oh the gall

you befall

upon us all

through the rule of law

that you measured without us being involved

has me feeling some type of way

about the way you came

and asserted claim

in the name of Yahweh.

 

You claimed to pray over us

but instead, you were preying on us;

plotting away

graves upon graves

enslaved by the plague of your rage

that has led you astray

but you don't seem to give a damn anyway.

So why should I give a damn

or a lend a helping hand to Uncle Sam

if I'm looked at as less than?

 

You trap us in a cage

ready to take aim

at our face

with a 12-gauge

because you're afraid.

Afraid that your day of reckoning has come.

Afraid that the end of your rule has finally begun.

Afraid that the darkness of your soul has blotted out the sun.

Afraid to admit that Donald Trump was never really the anointed one.

 

Yet you cower behind his abuse of power

in your final hours

stuffed in Trump's Tower

of Babel

babbling on and on

about your right to bear arms

all the while you separate babies from their mother’s arms.

 

We come in peace and we mean no harm

yet you ring the alarm

as if we're the ones who detonated a nuclear bomb;

as if we're the ones that scorched up Vietnam with napalm;

as if we're the ones reciting the book of Psalms

to justify the blood in our palms.

 

You have been blinded by your arrogance,

hardened by your stubbornness,

fueled by malevolence,

enriched through inheritance,

misled by degenerates

bankrupting the government

building walls as a testament

for your hatred toward immigrants.

 

You've resurrected confederates

and converted extremists into homegrown terrorists

falsifying intelligence,

spewing false narratives

inciting mass hysteria

across the National Rifle Association of America.

 

O America, what a character;

notorious and nefarious.

Unapologetically ashamed of us,

constantly enraged with us

yet eager to imitate us.

 

O the woe you bestow upon your foes

as you tiptoe in-denial turning up your nose

as you cast your stones upon those who boldly glow under the sun of God.

 

O God I'm at odds

with orange demagogues

who seems to have it all

yet ratify laws

to remain at large

and rule as an oligarch.

To disembark

on a journey of self-interest;

withholding government assistance

to advance vindictive intentions

of corrupt politicians

deepening division

among citizens

by perverting religion

for the glory of capitalism.

 

But who am I

to share such wisdom

when I'm just another victim

of the cataclysm of decisions

made by those diminishing

ancient visions

of Americas indigenous.

 

Insidious

their ambition is;

persistent

to convict us

because our pigments

are different.

Relentless

with resentment

attacking the defenseless

through a census

attempting to extinguish our existence

by being socially distant

labeling us as the illness

but fail to see that we are the cure for the ailment,

the providers of convenience.

the bloodline of America's economic system,

and the lifeline of her independence.

 

But I'm stepping out of line

running on borrowed time

as I serve on the frontlines,

never to be seen on the headlines

not even if I flatline

because the bottom line is

 

my life only seems to ever matter

when the gray matter has been shot outta my head and splattered

up against the wall

&

even then I may not be worth a chit nor a chatter

yet worthy enough to be a laughing matter.