Persecution Poem by Orlando De Los Santos

Persecute me like the Jews
Use small box on me like an Indian
And point a gun at me and make me walk the trail of tears
Behead me and my male comrades like
The Bosnians
And make me ape my mother like the
Japanese

Stitch my mouth together, acting like the CIA
And murder me like “El Che”
Money gets
And readers dread
I’ll leave my make like Mark Twain
Who, if realized his self, would be marked
Insane

Fear me
For I ‘am sane
Using common sense
Like a 6th sense
My matter is more dense
Fear me because
I ‘am persecuted like the Jews
Be hostile and cruel
Cause I speak only the truth