Letter to a Yankee (NO comments on the title allowed :-D)

To whom it may concern,

Blood runs through your hands
as money runs to you.
The stain of a million beings,
of a land once living,
enshrouds you soul.

You come for what's here
and change what you see,
and don't care 'bout a poor
cracker boy like me.

You tell us what to do,
you tell us what to say,
and we let you;
that's just our way.

We respect who you are,
we accept what you want,
and you thank us by
ripping out our Heart.

We don't mind you coming
here,
we love to share the joy,
just leave us to our ways,
and listen to a boy.

Sincerely,
A Pissed-off Floridian