Toothpaste cannot return to its tube.
Racism cannot fit back into its cave,
KKK, white ho boys, white knuckles,
white face, white kings, white pussies,
go hide behind your fires, behind your bias.
Who are you? You are scarred, the strapping
on your asses will give you away to your phony god.
What have you become, farm boys from Harvard?
Your orange haired temper tantrum hides beneath
the cover of his boot lickers. Fatten him up for Satan
and the doors to a dark world will open letting the hounds
eviscerate his cowardice. He is dead before the bullet makes it way.