proof of belief

What do you expect
A triumph
An arch
Given your name
And tourist taking pictures
Calling your name
Straight out of goddamned
Tourist folders

What the fuck do you expect
Gazing upon the lands of the
Four fathers founding

Who are you to claim
That was once yours
But you sold for a dime
The city of New York
Which was once your
AMSTERDAMNED

Your Brooklyn
Breukelen
Your Harlem
Haarlem
Your Manhattan
Manna Hatta

Please o lord divine
Stop your swearing’
I won’t claim
A multicultural melting-pot
A defiance of man kind it would be
Lord divine

But as I am a citizen of this
-world- which is yours
At the moment
Or for now
Let me be your stray dog
And let me amidst. Begging