20160316 (Isaiah)

We fear that they will come 

In hordes to take from us

What we have taken from

Others: our costly coastal

Mansions, our timeshares

In South Carolina, our surf

Boards and the beaches in

The west. They’ll take

Hollywood and New York

Raping our women as they

Go, first the beautiful thin

Models, starlets, and the socialites

Of the Hamptons and Orange

County, our gorgeous anchors,

Our weather girls. The ones

At the rear of the ranks will

Have to settle for soccer moms

Waitresses and women on 

Their way up. They’ll take 

The land, our purple mountain

Majesties; our fruited plains

They will lay waste. They will 

Destroy all we treasure. They

Shall open our closets and trash

Our American Apparel, our

Dolce & Gabbana, our suede

Jackets will be dragged through

The pigstys’ mud. Our Abercrombie

And Fitch they will wear to slaughter;

Our Brooks Brothers they will

Shred. They will steal our iPhones

And shatter our flatscreens, rip out

Our cables. Using our sons

And our daughters, they will

Reenact our pornographies in the

Town squares. They will eat our

Lobsters and our steaks, our loins

And our flanks, and wash them 

Down with craft-brewed beers

And our gourmet wines. As we 

Enslaved others, they will enslave

Us, to rebuild sewers, plant trees,

Evict us from our homes in

Shaker Heights and Grosse Point.

As we sundered families so shall

Ours be scattered. We will work

And not be paid. We will farm

And not be fed. As the lash was

Meted out so shall we reap

The lash. Our Gods will not

Return our BMWs, our Porsches.

Our Gods will not hear our 

Pleas. We will cry for mercy

All the day and our cries will

Go unheeded in the night. We

Shall die at our toil or be sent

To a desert pen, there to wither 

And fail, until the last of us

Rots mercilessly in the sun.

c. J.S.Manista, 2016