They

Go away, go away !
They want us to go away.
Dilapidated ghettos, rot and blight
Gunshots ring out in the middle of the night
Cop's bullet, but he says he didn't do it
Though the blood is red and the body is dead,
Go away, go away,
To the morgue, go away
(So we don't have to face ourselves    
anymore.)

What more do you want?
We owe you nothing
Stop asking for handouts
We owe you nothing
We didn't bring you here
Why the hell should we care?
Go back to Africa!
Go back to Africa!
(So we don't have to face ourselves
anymore.)

They want us to go away
So they
riddle our babies' bodies with bullets
and sit aside to watch them bleed
build asthma factories
that pump illness and death
into the air our children breathe
And when the little ones are hungry
they eat McSorrow
and artificially-flavored disease 
because the freshest thing
in the goddamn supermarket
is the bottles of Febreeze.

They want us to go away
so they smash us like mirrors
they can't bear looking into
lest the truth finds its way
to the surface
and eats them alive.

So they shove and push
and glare and stare
and infantilize
and discipline
and punish
and jail
and abuse
and judge
and mock
and kill
and kill
and kill.

Go away, go away
Haven't we given you enough?
Why won't you people just go away?
(We can't stand to look at ourselves
anymore.)