Damn Right I Care Poem by Trade Martin

Strolled the old neighborhood when the day began…,
'Felt like I was walking through another land….,
Anything they said I couldn’t understand…..,
Didn’t see one native American woman or man…,

‘Seemed like nice people….,
But did they have a plan….? ? ?
Were they from France, Spain or Iran….? ? ?
Who knows….? ? ?
And what’s the difference….? ? ?
There is none….,
Just a language barrier…,

Were they documented…? ? ?
Do they pay taxes….? ? ?
Or are they just here…,
Living on our land….? ? ?
Is it fair….? ? ?
Should I care….? ? ?
Damn right I care….! ! !