In the name of patriotism,
my birth is given.
fed with hate and bigotry.
Stop holding processions against me,
you’ll still end up voting for me.
How can I forget the outsiders?
The ones who dirt my land.
My face cringes at these peasants,
who think the flowers they sow, is theirs to keep.
My face twitches at these foreigners,
who think the air they inhale, is theirs to exhale.
I dress like a gentleman,
with orange hair and tie to match.
I speak like a scapegoat,
who has arrogance and ass for dinner.
My beauty lies inside my riches,
My name lies inside a black house,
Written as a part of the A to Z challenge, details about, which can be read here.
This is the installment to the theme I revealed here.
Dashing through the wall,
in a one ass open ‘copter,
over the minorities I go,
being a prick all the way!
Vaguely sounds like a horrendous person we all know. Does it? I don’t know… *throws laptop and runs away*
From the not so-