Pity Poem by steve zabaldo

pity

did you mean to do it?
the los angeles coroner called me
yesterday
i told him you had brothers there
he said, “there was a note
would you like to hear it”
curious i
said yes
it seems the kike lawyers and
cigarette companies
dismissed his pain, while the
niggers and spics
cashed in
injustice! he cried
something, though
was missing
two sons
abandoned
irrelevant
forgotten
pity it doesn’t matter

by the way
you have a grandson