We don’t care. There is no empathy left in us. No sympathy. No care in the universe.
We know who they are.
Where they came from across an ocean
England Portugal Spain France Italy Germany So many lands
They came for the land (Created with A.I.)
We have enough pain in our world we cannot will not assume the debt of their pain
We refused to see them for what they are
So, let’s call them what they are: inhuman rapists (even the small ones) murderers (even the smallest ones) illegals a plague an invasion criminals
Trail of Tears (Created with A.I.)
They are not like us
What we should have done is dig a moat called it the Atlantic Ocean the Mediterranean Sea
They landed on these eastern shores so sure, of themselves that this land was there’s From sea to shining sea And called it America the beautiful (whatever)
Genocide (Created with A.I.)
We should have seen the obvious
They are not like human like people with flesh and blood and minds and souls and dreams
They demanded No, they took the land the food
Offered no peace no love Only genocide
Take it is all they knew
They burned their souls (Created with A.I.)
Those illegals we should have told them You can’t have this no way
You don't even have papers
You don’t even speak like us look like us
I would rather call them what they are Illegals
What we should have done is float some carnivorous human flesh-eating two-headed monsters through those waters and call it a day.
My life has been a rollercoaster of experiences, from The Bronx to Washington, D.C., to Hartford, Connecticut, and Los Angeles, California—first as a seminarian studying to become a priest, then as a local and national community organizer, a radio host and producer, a journalist and producer across radio and television, a government bureaucrat, a youth mentor, and a small business consultant. Beyond those roles, I’ve also tried my hand at being a jewelry vendor, a motorcycle courier, an airport shuttle driver, and a bartender at a German alpine-themed bar.
I recently suffered a mild stroke that upended my life and derailed my writing goals. However, anyone who knows me will tell you that life will have to come at me even harder if it thinks it can stop me.
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