Cough syrup

While someone is writing unfair
White poem in a white America
On the ill under “obama uncare”

Here,on a rail-track a guy squats ,
Dewatered body’s corrupted file
In state of slight decompression.

He squats on slogans, by plastic
Broken water bottles by his side
Doing his craps between trains

Or lie on a stare, sleep infected
And he is drinking cough syrup,
Less for the health of his throat.

“While this” ,with the”why that”,
Poem is hardly an expectorant
For cough in mankind’s throat.

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