Target Practice                                                  

            Niggers, kikes and dagos, spics and micks -
            We knew about the differences
            But everybody was a motherfucker
            Who sucked cock

            At least we were honest about it
            In the neighbourhood

            Anyway, one of the older guys,
            Who listened to opera and had a lisp,
            Went to Vietnam and lost an eye

            He stayed at home a lot when he got back,
            Playing records in his basement

            We were curious about the war,
            And almost old enough to fight,
            So one night we went over for a beer

            We all got drunk and then
            He pulled a gun and there were
            Dinks and gooks and slopes and slants
            And Cyclops beat the shit out of
            The three of us

            One by one he begged our lips
            To tell him he was queer,
            Just one more time, he said,
            The hammer clicking into place,
            Because he needed target practice


            Emanuel E. García, 2014

          published in Truthout