The Dance Of White Supremists Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They hop then move on over.
As far away from the left.
With a folding of their arms.
Across self righteous chests.
Then with a patted foot.
Expect they do.
Rights kept said that are theirs.
To defend them as they choose.

Posing with lips pressed tight.
And seething eyes half closed.
As if they had cyanide.
To colorize a genocide.

The Dance of white supremists.
Thieves of humanity.
Minds afflicted with,
This Earth belongs to them.
To do just as they please.

The dance of white supremists.
Feeding exclusively.
A mindset sickened.
That they alone are deities.

They hop.
Then move on over.
As far away from the left.
They want to be known to protect.
What it is God wishes and accepts.
With lips pressed tight.
As they stare from the right.

The dance of white supremists.
Looking to the left with half closed eyes.
The dance of white supremists.
Wishing they arrived with cyanide.
The dance of white supremists.
Thieves of humanity.
And their minds afflicted sick.
To rule as deities.
The dance of white supremists.
Diseasing and to leave,
A world in conflict.
Done to do just as they please.
Dumping their monotonous slop.
Done to do just as they please.
Dumping their monotonous slop.
Nonstop.
Dumping their monotonous slop.

The dance of white supremists.
Dumping their monotonous slop.
As humanity comes to stop to rot.