america (from the conservative white male's perspective)* by Kendall Cooper (17, Texas)

oh look, more people i see 
               under my bald-eagle throne 
of warfare and welfare 
               ​wearing their smiles backwards. eating their hands. 

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the women, always the women and 
               the african-hispanic-native-asian-americans 
whom deserve ____ 
               broadcasted on silver-spoon 
grass-fed screens. 

nightly, i am disgusted by the tight-lipped 
               scarecrow called “reporter.” 
us me(n) and magpies. white necks and chest. we both
                              sing coarse and wretched 
songs in the streets. we both puff out the greasy feathers
               on our chins and identify 
ourselves with he-him-his-nothingness. 

each person on this soil is free 
               like stray cats in alleys. like dogs 
relentlessly worshiping and chasing 
               bones and somehow, everyone thinks this is 
their country just because 
               it breathes. 

who are you? i think. i tell them to get out. 
               run far far away from here and don’t be a burden.
we don’t want you-them-any-trouble 
               ​because we like the structure: built by hands of
​people. a floor of people's hands.