O brothers
My dear brothers
My brothers of fate
Let us
Round them up
Those of filth
Of poverty
Smelling of sweat
Smelling of fear
Smelling of desperation
Begging at our borders
Let us
Snatch their kids
Kids of lesser worth
Kids of lesser innocence
Kids of others
From wailing mothers
From crying fathers
And cage them
Who cares where they are
Who cares if nobody knows where they are
Children of lesser worth
Parental love of lesser worth
Human attachments of lesser worth
Let them cry in hunger
Soak in their excrement
Be terrified
Be terrorized
Let them learn my wrath
An apt lesson for childhood
For these lesser creatures
Of my magnanimity
Of my grandiosity
For I am born with these privileges
Round them up
Round them up
Those who toil in the scorching sun
Those menial workers with temerity to do what I do not want
Those living in shadows dreaming of something greater
Those filths juxtaposed to my unimpeded entitlement
My birthright privilege
O my brothers
Of myriad shapes and forms
How would I do this without you?
If not for you nodders and winkers
If not for you cynics convinced that cynicism is bravery
How would I venture to new zeniths of cruelty
Mind you, the only means
To teach a lesson
To these filths
If not for you people of god
How would I justify acts of cruelty
Guaranteed you have the heaven for I belong to a clan
As long as I hate gays, aborting mothers, others that are
not us
You give me passages for every rationalization I need
You have helped me shed kindness
For it is a worthless attribute
that demands unnecessary sacrifices
When we could just congregate in the gilded halls, just you
and me
Ensuring heaven belongs to us
Only to us
If not for you masters of words
Academics and pundits and policy wonks and elites
who have finessed the art of reducing the others to economic
worth
Skeleton measured in dollars
How suave you can be
Beauty it is
Seeing you bury my barbarism
In your drawls and pauses
Feigning objectivity
How sweetly you dehumanize these filths
And anesthetize the people of your kind
Numb to my ventures in cruelty
For they see dehumanized economic elements
you give me the stepping stone
O brethren
Who have given me so much
I promise you awe
You will be amazed at what is possible
Had you not started with dog whistles
How would we have reached thus far
We can now spite at the others with pride
Tear their family apart
Cage their children and revel
Bang their door with our fiery fists
Sending chills down their spine
Behold the sight of soggy, prone, entangled corpse of a father-child
in last embrace
and celebrate it as a trophy
Of the success our spite bodes
Let us
Round them up
Who cares we sit on gold
Anything wasted on them is a loss
When what we are really after is
to shake dignity out of their existence
To teach them servitude
For our grandeur depends on servile others
Our self-worth feeds on their fears
Let us
Round them up
My brothers
I know you will be there
In solidarity
As long as it is about the others
No morals will stop us
For we have sloughed our empathy,
No horrors will bother us
You will find reasons for every atrocity we have to commit
You will tuck your tail and follow me
For we are marching to a wonderland
Where it will be only you and me
And no others
Let us
Round them up
Hiss
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