[ young blacks rapping and playing B-ball, ]

young blacks rapping and playing B-ball,
the only thing they will ever be worth.
and I'd like to shut the window but the room is hot,
(and not of the sexual kind).

blacks it seems have every right to hate us
but we have no right to hate them in return.
they kill each other as if for fun,
an enjoyable way to "kill" time.

I get tired of the city.
there are good things about it but I've lost interest in them,
losing myself instead in poetry, piano, and chess.
I used to think that I might like to be the mayor here,
but that's a crazy idea if ever.

I mean, how do mayors deal with a bunch of black "males" who only go to school for reasons I cannot fathom?  I can't call them young men.  They aren't men.  They have more in common with hyenas, or buzzards, or bedbugs.  They aren't male human beings.  All they are are evil little monsters who never had a father.  And if they do have one, nine chances in ten are that he is a criminal of some kind.  And frequently, so is his mother.

So what do you do with a dangerous male animal who thinks so little of women that he grabs them and forces them to kiss him?
what happens when these black males graduate with a meaningless diploma - a diploma given to them by a school that just doesn't want them to stay any longer?  What good is this diploma?  The males never learned anything to get it.  All they had to do was scare enough teachers so that all the teachers were scared to death and gave them a free pass to kill each other instead.

Did these males really learn anything?  Outside of learning that animals get their way, what did they learn?

Nothing it seems.

So, what do we as a society do to deal with this fresh crop of criminals?

Well, we take them to jail and let them rot for a few years (Hi, Dad!  Hey, who are the rapists here and how can I avoid them?  You'll protect me, right Dad?  Right Dad? 

Right?!