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what time are the politicians

coming back to apologize for

ignoring the transparent truth,

the whimpering on the streets,

the apartments full of corpses

leaving behind a landslide of

grief? when will they shiver

in our imprisoned cold, kneel

with the martyrs of the Bethlehem

star, and sit on the stoops in the

August heat? I worry they have

not learned to say the right things,

spend their time boiling our tears,

and work in deep sleep. today, I

plan to send these letters written by the

dead that are full of sentences to make

them simply see!