The Island of the Dead
Under the soft snow of Alabama
They let him hang from a tree
To tell them “no one messes with Mary Lee”
In a classroom 50 miles south they picked on María Guadalupe.
And made her lick pee
At a special school they broke off for tea, went back to their dormitories
And saw Steve Jane and others too burnt to see
In the Island of the dead
They made America cremate again
In the White House he sat petulant and cold
Letting loose
Women to be slapped
Blacks to be murdered
The poor to die in the street
But in the soul of the dead
America was great again
Big Sal
Fri 27th Jul 2018 16:49
Sentiment is top notch, and the truth speaks through it. Well done.?