Take up the White Thug’s burden—
Send forth the Worst ye breeds—
Go forth your 52 genders
Deaf to your victims’ pleads.
Dress-up in black costumes
Cosplaying Robespierre and Pol Pot.
Your mobs of sullen Bullies,
Half demon and half taught.

Take up the White Thug’s burden—
Lacking patience to abide,
Use violence and terror;
Tweet the facade of pride.
Regurgitating a Hegelian Dialectic,
While committing a riotous spree.
Banality, turned septic—
As you loot a big screen TV.

Take up the White Thug’s burden—
The savage Riots of peace.
Ranting hate from mouths of Cretins
And bid the Covid cease.
Socialism an illusion;
Brutal Communism ye sought.
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your schemes to nought.

Take up the White Thug’s burden—
The tawdry rule of Diktats.
Rampages of Looters and Rioters—
The acts of common thugs and brats.
Trapping generations in despair—
Our schools reduced to voids of learning.
Go Destroy them with your Rioting,
Impoverished neighborhoods for prosperity yearning!

Take up the White Thug’s burden—
Demonstrating you hate those you claim to represent!
Rhetoric of celebrities and Marx ye harken—
Parroting coordinated and sinister dissent.
Blame those who built what you destroy!
“Orange Man Bad!” ye ceaselessly spew’n
Post on social media, selfies amidst the mob;
Minority Neighborhoods reduced to Burnt Out Ruin!

Take up the White Thug’s burden—
Destroying civil society your pursuit.
Proclaiming ye seek justice—
To cloak your deceptive fruit.
By all ye shout or Twitter,
By all the hate ye spew,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your gods and you.

Take up the White Thug’s burden—
Wallow in your childish ways—
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your guilty conscience
Through all the darkening years,
Cold-edged with justified contempt,
The judgment of your peers!

With apologies to Rudyard Kipling.

I am a Soldier, not a poet. I know that our society is not perfect, and LEO (Law Enforcement Officers) and other authorities must be scrutinized, and held to account. However, I never expected lawlessness and violence would be tolerated on the streets of American cities and small towns. My comrades and I served in the armed forces so that domestic issues could be resolved through non-violent means, in peaceful assemblies, petitioning our elected leaders, through voting, and the courts. Not by Violence and Terror!

I would appreciate critiques and suggestions to improve this poem. It is more important to me to convey my dismay and disgust at the violence occurring on the streets of American cities; much of it caused by “privileged” white Punks. I am less concerned with achieving “perfect” meter and timing, however, the better it is, the more people who may be exposed to the ideas I am trying to convey.

Please leave your comments, critiques, and suggestions here, or contact me through my Stories On Line author’s page. Thank you.

Paladin; Have Gun – Will Travel