Inkwells run dry, as
Masks accompany gasps
People picked up like litter
And deposited like trash,
In detention centers made for profits
Despairing and vast,
Not for the good of the public,
But out of blustery political
Bravado,
By chest-beating chimpanzees
Playing out their fantasies
Of a world dominance hierarchy:
Blacks at the bottom rung,
Browns one step up,
Undocumented or not-
White supremacy isn't as far-flung
As the silent majority thinks,
Operating deep in the unconscious,
A test for our moral conscience,
Analyzable by a shrink?
Who am I to say?
I'm none of the above-
Half white-half brown,
American and Indian,
Still, with fair skin
Soon to witness,
the unity of Chindians,
And Planet Earth citizens,
Because when one nation and its enterprises
Own the whole world wide,
And the world wide web,
Where we watch, along for the ride,
When it's obvious who does most the work
On the immigrant and outsourced side,
It's only a matter of time
Before this world order crumbles
Because it's just not right
Signed-
Simple, sincere, and humble
-sanam manas
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