“The Melting Pot”

Spoils, spoils

The pot, it boils

Full of angst, hatred and despair

Tip the pot

Disturb the balance

And shake the world of its cares.

Spoils, spoils

A heavy boil, people toil

With no success for their deeds

So we go about, 

We plant our seeds

In the nasty, filthy soil

Spoils, spoils

An overflow, an eruption

All have reached their wit’s end

Turn down the flame

Remove the pot

Or all the world will end

Written on 5/9/2022

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