You label him Monster
when he snaps and he growls,
but you're the ones smashing bottles in their playground,
They were here long before us
and they spilt blood for what they have,
you only shed sweat.
But, by all means, keep talking trash
until the garbage defines you.
You are what you regurgitate
and all I see spilling out
is a spout of nothing.
Is that what you dream of being?
They were here long before you knew this place existed,
So take down your obscene signs,
burn your hate-woven flags,
leave the poor ******* with something.