Red paint and white wash,
there is a power play, for what
is wrong.
Babies sleep
because of mother's song.
Let me have my sleep because
I'm tired.
Not because you hate where I
am from.
Dragons hide behind what I've
not done.
At Chili's,
where we eat my steak is rare.
Can you think of any reason as
to why
they want to kill U.S.
all like this.
Or are you blind to all the writing
on the wall.
Cruz-ing all the neighborhood's
for Muslims
is what I thought I heard them say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem