Don't you know that foreigners are bad?
They take our jobs and make God mad!
They ****, and ****, and *******, and pillage!
Why don't they just go back to their village?!
Terrorists they are! Every one!
What they've done cannot be undone!
We have one here, what's under her veil?
Surely something that will bring hell's hail!--

What's this?--

There's nothing here but hair.
Maybe this hatred that we all share is nothing more than an illusion.
Society's fusion of their elitist views and fears.
I...I can't believe this has brought me to tears.
Oh God. What have I done?

America, rollin’ its dice,
hurlin’ ‘nades on the ice.
what're we lookin’ for?
who’re we huntin’ for?
whether it’s a score to settle
or another lie to peddle
where do we go from here?
how ‘bout that future we held dear?
gone, done, buried, shunned.
eat crow, *****, retch, and—
run?
don’t run. can’t run.
these colors don’t run, I’ve heard.
though maybe they flow against
each other like water and
oil in a grating chemical fash-
ion that can’t be calculated
or be sufficiently integrated
like we dreamed they would.
and dream we do, for America
and her future, or so I hope,
given that each year that passes
leaves bruises and gashes
in that fabric, so fragile, I hear.
sad, wrong, and crooked;
Trump’s America.