The Changelings

At the local McDonald's, was a masterpiece
Written, and the Coca-Cola was plenteous.
Sweet was the verse, and sweet was the brine, so smooth.
At the counter were those busied by their work;
And I felt camaraderie with them while the words flowed
From my pen into the notebook. See, Death
Was on my mind, that androgynous changeling,
And it was out to procure its galactic conquest.
With a urine, feces, blood and black flag
It banned the cosmos under its reign of tyranny;
Shedding law, love and decency.
I drank my Coca-Cola, plenteous
And freely flowing, on the television I saw it
Tearing down statues and making racist laws.
"Cyrus had died, so Darius must reign," I thought---
That and all the beauty made by the white race.
Why Colonialism is wrong, I can't understand.
Yet I have my sympathies with the Tribal life;
I see just as much beauty in that way of life.
In China, Mencius said, "Let the farmer do his work, for he knows
"The time and seasons to put forth the plough." And I 
Look at China, seeing it turned grey by German
Philosophy. Its tradition was to let the worker do what they know.
Yet, at that McDonald's I saw all shades of skin
Working for a common purpose. There's noble
Truths in all three races' wisdom. 
Yet, Communism is a white man's philosophy.
More White than the capitalism we use now.
Just some food for thought to all of our Woke comrades.