OUTCASTE.

I like raising the racist issue
In a room full of fascists,
And watching the flashes
Coalesce.
For I’m past the position
Of our western well wishing,
And can see the condition
Is biased,
As there are literary liberals,
And neo-con scribblers,
And rabble unable
To rest,
All correct in connecting
The race card with elections,
But with little affection
Once pressed.
So I’ll keep my own council
And await the announcements
And like countless thousands
Go west.