America,
you should be ashamed of yourself.
Bruised bodies are all along this strech of Ellis street,
half-dead black men curled on wet cardboard boxes,
thin worn torn blankets over scared skin,
these men & women lay chilled in the San Francisco night,
Starving, broke, battered, poor, cold, ignored,
stench of piss soaking through dirty clothes &
smell of Indian food, crack, & marijuana,
numb eyed poverty born looking for a fix,
needing to end the tears, the pain,
coldness, hunger, silence,
the desperate are everywhere,
who pass through life like ghosts,
Staggering across the sidewalk begging for
change, bread, to be fed,
a way to end the dread,
lost & lonely wondering the streets,
Sometimes drunk, staggering, suffering at dawn,
broken hearted human scapegoats
vomitting on cement,
unknown crazy poets dying,
Orphans chattering in the darkness,
the madness,
A man shits himself because
America treats the homeless like useless animals.
This is a third world country on the corner of Ellis & Jones.
America commits geneocide hourly,
the black, the poor, the workers, the outcasts
are increasing,
America makes Hitler look like a good samaritan (remember the Indians),
America values property over people, war,
Remember the indians, the blacks, the facts,
third world factories,
human casualties, homeless, working commodities.
America,
is inhumane, corrupt, cold & uncaring-
Just look at the Ellis street & streets like this all across America..
it is the third world right outside someone's window.
Don't be fooled,
America contains a third world country, here,
and Ivory towers still exist and castles and suburbs,
hiding safe from the crimes commited,
here in the tenderloin are the wounded people
America dismisses.
America, you pay us too little of a wage or won't give us a job,
and too little a wage to live on equals lots of rage,
America,
you still have slaves,
America,
you need charges pressed against you,
your inhumane and should be ashamed.
America,
your commiting suicide,
America,
Go fuck yourself!