As i’ve grown older, i’ve accepted culturalism but still despise racism and xenophobia. To make the following poem less abstract, it is about the casual disregard racists have for human life that does not look like their own.
Oh carrion bird, blotting out the sun,
I saw you feasting yesterday
and forgot to ask you what it felt like to:
Axe your beak into stiffened flesh and jellied blood,
swallow an eyeball or two and spaghetti a sinew;
let a maggot wiggle on your tongue
Come to dinner, I’ll prepare your best
Have a choice of honky, arab, nigger, slit-eye or jew
It’s my quest to please my guest
No, don’t worry, it’s not an inconvenience
because they cost less nowadays
Besides, what are friends for?