Call me hostage.  That's exactly what I am, someone
Who's held against his will by criminals.  They use
My money for their crimes.  They murder Russians,
Murder Gazans, murder Lebanese, Somalis, Syrians,
Iranians.  They starve and menace Venezuelans,
Cubans, also North Koreans, as they seek to shun
And strangle those who are Chinese.  They enslave
Descendents of the people they brought here as slaves.  
They wave their guns and shoot each other, curse
The immigrants who do the jobs that they're too good
To do.  I ache to break away from them, but, when
I seek somewhere to run, I find that almost everybody,
Everywhere kowtows to them.  If I escaped, I'd simply
Be a hostage somewhere else.