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We aren't humans to them, don't you know?
We're products to sell, curios for show...
They'll take everything from us
Even our hope...
We won't have a home
Or bodies that we own.
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We're a means to an end
To justify their ethnic cleanse
You think they'll stop at deportations?
That's what they told the German citizens
While all the unwanted denizens
Were shoveled into ovens
And getting gassed in death camps.
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They'll tell me I'm going too far...
While Neo-Nazis march through libraries and parks
Goose-stepping right past the police beating up protestors
To harass the drag queens just innocently performing at a bar.
Yet it's not the drag queens
Grooming your pre-teens
It's the pastor, it's their scout leader
It's the coach of their soccer team.
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We aren't humans to them, don't you know?
We're products to sell, curios for show.
They'll take our rights away from us
Even our hope.
We won't have any freedoms
Or bodies that we own.
/
We can't even protest a war crime
Without police battering down picket signs
While our pussy president sponsors a fucking genocide
I can't believe I'm still voting for him this time.
Because anything is better than another Trump term
And his rabid fan club are threatening murder of 12 jurors
Because the justice system actually worked
But you bet the GOP are planning another coup in the works.
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I don't even know if I'm going to be alive four years from now
They definitely don't like fat leftist feminists and would shoot me down
Will I be able to finish school, get a job, or buy a home?
Or am I destined to die by suicide from the desperation of being alone?
You think I'm overreacting but I think you're not reacting enough
You're not being provocative by pretending you don't give a fuck...
Everyone's a nihilist until their lives literally become nothing
And you'll be crying to have a purpose like the rest of us.
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We aren't humans to them, don't you know?
We're products to sell, curios for show.
They'll take our lives away from us
Grind down our bones
We'll be ashes of the past -
We were never our own.
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CD Turner
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Comments (1)
I like your poem.... must-read....