Correcto Mundo Ameigo'? Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Truth
is the tough
sell… the tell and
worth all the hello raising
that is necessary to incite a
further quest, an inquisitive
net cast, to have any truth
catch a sow's ear or two.
Imagine this: education'
that suppress truth
that caress' the uncouth
that molds the minds exposed
that trolls the wrights so bold
that turns gold to shite… what is
the colour so opposite of that ‘white'?
Frightening is this not? That ‘clear' is the
colour each of US ought to be… each of US
single facets of the most precious of diamonds
and all the same hue of angels… What the phuuck
is incorrect with that lot of you humans that so highly
values separation by skin tone? You moronic asp wholes!
Phuuck all of you and all of your relations!
Yea, I been on your carousels, your alt-spite blubbering's
Your gin tub mutterings, your momma's boyz and daddies
girlz scandalous in the closet workings! Phuucking In-breeds!
Crosses of burning tooth picking pine, soft of center, dry
and brittles nothings worth considering on that daze
of judgement! You each know in your heart of hearts!
That I, know your every thought! And you do need
to be very afraid of what is coming your sways!
Yea… Okay… Correcto Mundo Ameigo'?