Malice is the custom now,
cruelty all the rage, the fashion choice
of the powerful set, the chic accessory;
for the brown ones are verminous again,
that lower bunch, that darker brood,
and if that’s too much by a bit for some,
they’ll give their practiced shrug and smile
and say, oh it will all work out you know,
it always does for us, you’ll see, an upset,
temporary mess, the cycle of a day or two.
We’ll go on as we always have.
Around here
you see,
no one listens to noise like that.
