all of them
be fanatical, fiery and ruthless
seek them out in their homes
terrorize them in the street
that you are capable, you are proud
and you are worthy.
They think the world is only for those
that walk just like so
for those who speak like so
for funny looking assholes
and we must refute them
refute them with pointy objects
with claws with bullets with words.
Don't believe their calm voices, the liars.
We are poor but we're not stupid.
From the muck we see them,
from the stench of unwashed bodies
we hurl the stones within our reach,
from our rags we tie their nooses,
from their pretty teeth we will fashion our bracelets
and drink grape soda.