As I was out walking the streets of Los Angeles.
I spied an old white guy, in the gutter he lay.
He saw me and feebly, he beckoned me over.
He said he was freezing on such a fine day.

I knelt beside him, touched his fevered forehead.
Plainly I heard the rale in his chest.
He said the city was rounding up homeless.
He'd been picked up just like the rest.

Taken to a CDC center for forced vaccination.
He was given a doughnut and a shot in the arm.
He said after the shot, he laid down in the gutter.
When I heard this I was filled with alarm.

He asked me to fetch him one last cold beverage.
When I returned his spirit was gone.
I hoped his last memory would be of a kind stranger.
Not of a cold hearted city. happy he'd moved on.

I called 911, reporting what happened,
They were to busy, refusing to come.
I called Governor Newsome, I told him the story.
He said he'd do nothing for homeless white scum.

I dug his grave in the lawn and laid the sod oer him.
I put up a marker saying here lies a poor man.
He has been vaxxed, boosted, then forgotten.
A victim of the left's depopulation pogram.

I said a prayer over him, I planted some flowers.
Heavy heart in my chest I  went on my way.
A once beautiful city, destroyed by the commies.
These are the streets of Los Angeles today
doug crockett 12-19-21