I Am Red Warm Moist And Juicy Poem by James McLain

The colour red is not incarceration
Orange is
not the new black.
We are their sheep bleeding is.
Before it all happened asleep
one cried out.

Mother save me, our God is great,
greater than great,
Mother I am red wet moist warm
and sticky.

Hidden away in all of your prisons
the product of youth
by your snake all were bitten.
Money by them is their religious
organization and blessed by the
Judge it's made legal.
Blessed were they our old mother's
whom hid U.S.

Can you in good faith become worse,
you don't see U.S.
Weather we're black or weather we're
shadow's of white,
whom are they protecting if we are
dying.

Look at all the good people around U.S.
With friends like these whom choose who
to represents U.S.

Cruz is great and Trump is much better.
The Governor's,
in all the Southern States
are the ones
whom in your names execute U.S.