day THREE HUNDRED and FIFTY FIVE

temporary protected status

built a life here

built a business

that manicured your lawns  at mar-a-lago

cleaned your gold-plated toilets

and served you burnt steak

watched from the sidelines

as you sucked down that extra scoop of ice cream

now you want to kick us out?

back to nothing but mud and violence?

small hands…small heart for sure

not my words

but words gotten around about you

orange menace

international terrorist

national embarrassment

for christ sake we pay our taxes

like any honest working man

can’t say the same for you

our children were born here

they love disney movies and hip hop

you can’t get much more red white and blue than that

cleaned your offices in midtown manhattan

turned a blind eye when you grabbed one by the pussy

buffed your trophy wife’s stilettos

and cleaned your son’s shitty drawers

fried your mcdonald’s and iced your diet coke

now you want

to take away our jobs

and take away our medicine?

kick us out of our mobile homes and send us packing

back to god knows what?

hope you liked that football game, donny

hope your fat ass fits fine in the oval office chairs

but i’ll tell you what

we’re staying here come hell or high water

land of the free

home of the brave

with the biggest coward in the white house

send your ICE agents

send them all

we’ve read the constitution motherfucker

smelled all the blood in this soil

the question is

have you?   

--John Grochalski