Golden Shovel with credit to
E.E. Cummings’ “Buffalo Bill’s”
So much loss and we can’t say how
it will ever be okay. What the good folks will do,
your leaders, well they don’t care about you
especially the big guy. Us brown, us poor are like
barn cats, we cry and yowl, fight for a piece of your
peace, your ease in a world where your boys in blue
hunt us for sport and the rest just watch wet-eyed,
say glad that’s not my crushed neck, my boy.
No cure for this plague, but we see you Ma’am, Mister,
bible in hand. Ain’t it your god has you burnin’ after death?