All joking aside, Mr. Lawyer,
the law begrudges us you.
You stand spinning things into the ground,
all values loosening their grips beneath your calls for winning.
Women are pawns for you: Play this, play that.
Squelch this, squash that.
Posture here, threaten there.
Sow division, reap wounds electrified under silent gazes.
You are a “man’s man,” machismo to the point,
broken-down logic lost you a long time ago.
I’m not from here, Richard Martinez, you can’t threaten me,
I’ve met more dangerous people in my life.
And your backward leadership has caught all our gazes.