No one wants your

Derisive talk-down-to-us

Speeches

That play the blame game,

Put brown people always in the frame.

Everyone, almost everyone,

Knows you’re conniving

And striving

To pull the wool.

Your word is not peace,

Actions not noble enough for the Nobel.

Strokes to the ego

And feathering your pocket

Are the hallmark

Of your stay.

Mean people,

I wish they would go away.