As you enter Prospect Park
On a hot summer’s day
There should be the usual
Hazy wall of meaty smoke and music
From barbecues and parties
Annoying the gentry
As families without back yards
Party with their grills and birthday banners,
Feliz Cumpleanos!
But this year if you are brown,
Instead of the park
There is the Alligator Alcatraz
And other money making concentration camps—
No beds, little food
No doctors, no hope.
Renting out slaves
Destroying families,
Destroying fun.
Death and Detention
And the destruction of hope
Are offered in the place of
Life and Liberty
And The Pursuit of Happiness.
Shame upon us all.
We must pray for the strength to defy evil,
It is this holiday’s tradition.
Happy Fourth of July!
Amen
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