For I was hungry, and you told me
get a job,
work like the rest of us,
become one less piece of trash haunting the streets,
you don’t work, you don’t eat.
This is Jamestown, old man.
I was thirsty, and you said
water is a luxury,
my billions don’t come from nothing,
let me sell it back to you in a plastic coffin,
repackaged corporate conglomerate of earth’s lifeblood,
$2.99
I was a stranger, and you asked me
where the hell are your papers?
People who look like you are a threat,
we have to keep You People out.
We know from experience how easy it is for someone else
to sweep the land out from under your feet.
I needed clothes, and you burned
last season’s Prada,
Versace looks better in a fire
than on your back,
God forbid
you sully our good name.
I was in prison, and you said
fetch the syringe,
a man in orange is no man at all,
you’re a number and a charge,
just do us all a favor;
shut up, sit in your cell and rot.
Crucified all over again
by the same people who kneel at my cross,
hands up,
eyes closed,
‘Amazing Grace’*
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