Spectacle

I enjoy watching the country fall apart,
Crumbling and collapsing from years of racism.
Sort of a new version of Babylon’s tower,
Built from decayed values and terrorism.
This tower rises from a pool of years-old blood
and the vengeance of the dead eats into it.

I stand aside with joy in my heart,
and, when it finally falls down, I will kick and
burn every single stone until it is no more than
dust carried away by the winds.