Classification

And I don't know why,
They go on and classify -

They brand me Alien,
I ain't of their origin;
I am not coloured,
My hulls unlike painted;
I am a rowdy ruffian,
I do not fit in their culture;
When they are at wits end,
I am condemned a moron;
My tongue is sheer nonsense,
Their's full of reason and tense;
Their success attributes to hard work,
Mine is outcome of favoritism.

Then does Truth on me lower,
It is just a mad rush for power,
Nothing & none is cosmopolitan.
And I get it pretty clear,
As an alien I must fear,
But on Mars: it will be my turn to jeer.