Rewritten from “Give Me Liberty or Give Me Crib Death” from White Boy Shuffle by Paul Beatty
Remorse lies
Not in the consciousness
Of a murderous parent
Who lulls a child born into poverty
To divine sleep
With a jugular lullaby
Sung by a ravenous tube
And suffocating love
Applied with pillow and pressure
Or with garbage bag
Remorse lies
Not in the oppressor’s eyes
Nor in the eyes of the ones
Who have abandoned us
Instead
They calculate their gain
For it is as Tupac says
One less hungry mouth on welfare
One less potential problem
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