Ignorance, A Letter

All I see is the white mans trail
Still in control
Calling to their brothers
To hold the throne
 
All I see is the black man's tears
Being ridiculed
Songs of laziness  
Entitlement labeled  
As excuse as they labor
 
The Complaining white man  
With a roof over his head
Getting angry
At their audacity
To point out
That racism indeed  
Still exists
 
I see the white mans excuse
Stating the Indians had it worse
But they do not complain
Yet in reservations they stay
Just find a sliver of worth
And those treaties wont be saved
 
I see the white man taking life
From every woman they see
And granting it to a future  
Not yet born  
In the name of greed
 
I tire
 
I pray
 
That the white man see the error in his way
As they stay in their uncomfortable life
Having the upper hand
In history and today
 
The fact that they are poor  
Now is only a product of their greed
And now they look to us
Something to blame
Our wild seed
 
Am I a bigot?
 
Why
Yes
I am
Cause I admit it
I am tired of the entitled white man
 
It's their time to bleed.