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