Motherland: a poem by Garrett Cook

 

Motherland

 You made us a race when you gassed us at Auschwitz.

Races are men you shoot for just one reason

A race is a pit

That you dig to shit in

Tinder alike for your fireplace

AND II I II I

AND IWEWE WE WE WE WE WE

We are a race.

When we cry into one handkerchief,

When we’re shot up on the same front

When we come together in relief

Which sends their hounds to hunt.

When we fester on your ships of fools

When we rot in hospitals

Where you feed us jello served with rules

And shock our testicles.

When you put us all in silent rooms

Where orderlies share a laugh

And you make us shriek out certain doom

Then beg for autographs.

I pledge annoyance at the lack

Of a United States of Schizophrenia

And to the repugnance of wasted hands

One nature

Underground

With lunacy

And junkfood

For all.

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