Throwing Ice Into a Fire

You swore that you opposed

The illegal ones,

The criminals,

But now the whites are welcomed

Into your open arms

Across the border,

Showing what we knew.

You hated all the brown and black ones.

It could have been my mother, son.

It could have been anyone protesting

On the street that day.

I've always learned to push my say,

To make the strong aware

We're watching,

Readying history.

The future will come to bear upon you.

Jonathan Ross,

Raymundo Gutierrez,

Little Ochoa - 

The only Jesus Evangelicals love -

Little boys with baby tempers.

Little boys with guns.

Little boys behind the masks

And the war paint

Anonymous

Pretending to be strong

As long as they're unknown,

To be so macho

When they're armed,

As long as power's torn away their last restraint,

As long as Papa Trump 

Is saying it's okay.

You may get away

But you'll never get clear.

We will remember.

You shot the innocent

Until the pavement drank their blood.

The stained concrete will cry

And throw it up into your face again.

Your president may keep you out of jail,

But still, ten years from now,

An immigrant will spit into your latte

Behind the counter at the coffee shop.

Your kids will hate you,

Ashamed and changing names.

The exes you once hit

Will tell the television all your shit.

We'll burn your cars

And tag the shitholes where you live.

Your neighbors will know

Deploring you,

Eternally avoiding you.

You'll die,

Your fewest friends

All fecal human waste like you.

You'll never live this down

Or talk this shame beneath the rug,

You limp dick thugs,

Pathetic lethal clowns.

It could have been any of us.

Anybody righteous

Could well have been Renée or Alex.

You don't squirm free from this

Ever.

- 2/6/26