So, invaders claiming
we don’t care enough
which moves your mob
to pillage and destroy–
We do care, you know.
And though we won’t
post signs about it
this is a nice place
a beautiful, beloved
peaceful place.
Then please accept
this gift, four words:
see suburbia and die.
original version; Tunc Morire
So there you are,
looting, burning, wrecking
places where people
you claim to care about
must live, raise children,
work and shop
and meet their friends
which you are not.
You’re mad because
those people whom you champion
who aren’t your race
only colored like your outfits
won’t come along
except a little pillaging
by the worst of them
after you kick it off
and bamboozle our police.
And now you want to bring
your bullhorns first
and then your arson,
rape and robbery
where we live because
we don’t care enough.
Well.
We do care, you know.
And though we won’t
post signs about it
this is a nice place
a beautiful, beloved
peaceful place
so just four words
for your thoughtful
contemplation:
see suburbia and die.
Speaking with the voice of the voiceless is fashionable at the moment, though this voice not so much. Unfortunately political, in the present deranged state of politics. Interested in critique; despite numerous rewrites it seems wordy and overlong.
My Latin is rusty now and was never good, but I believe the full phrase would go something like,
suburbio specta, tunc morire
all caps, of course, since the Romans had not invented the minuscule, but in modern parlance that comes across as shouting.
Non-practicing atheist