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Post by thefleetsin on Jan 12, 2018 16:58:25 GMT
the ramifications of your factions
at wounded knee i was to weep but the tears did not come.
as i rode with rosa she sheepishly smiled as the bus tires hummed.
when the sails appeared we marveled as the white men rallied around their drums.
for we were free long before your threatening guns convinced you gods need have purified sons as lillies in the killing fields of chosen ones.
sjw 01/12/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the chains that grind.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
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