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American “Citizens” being killed overseas?
By our own government. No trail. Just Boom. It’s a dirty war.
This Big Bro is watching you, me, and us.
Sometimes I really just don’t know.
And that is what scares me.
We don’t know.
Today in the news, 10% of elementary schools
(the Separate but Equal Blacks and Browns)
in Chicago are closed down. No funds.
Mo’ Money for the Duurty wars.
Money for a little Gitmo, in a little island will keep them shut.
No law, no man’s lives. And 100 days of hunger? Force fed like foie-gras.
Mr. President Hussein, may I call you by your Middle Name?
You have a dark stain in you slacks.
That law. That pen. Just Exploded in your pants.
Why do you use red ink? Phew! No worries Administrators!
It blends in.
And the stain in your hands?
It’s permanent ink.
This is how I feel.