While this, why that

While someone is writing unfair
White poem in a white America
About the sick in “obama uncare”

Why must the brown guy squat ,
A dewatered body, a corrupt file
In state of slight decomposition

On empty slogans , with plastic
Water bottles on the rail tracks
Doing his craps between trains

Or lie on a stare, sleep infested
And he is drinking cough syrup,
Less for the health of his throat.

“While this” ,with the”why that”,
Poem is hardly an expectorant
For cough in mankind’s throat.


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