This is a poem I'm working on for a piece of mine. It is in-progress and am still hoping to expanding it a bit more.
eat filth
sing with mud
and scorched clay hands
in onion fields
scorched clay hands
remembered buried violence
The blood and sweat of
immigrant workers
next to our corn and
your kale shriveled
will, desiccated
will
corn and kale
on stolen land
exploited land
the desire for land
but not people
the soil playing its part
white skin
playing its part
soiled land
white democracy
cruelty as citizenship
white supremacist
Authorized violence on
Brown earth
Brown skin