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in our twenty-first century

the devastation of a storm

threatening to leave more

dead than anyone has the

strength to bury in soggy

ground exposes stars and

stripes sinking into a vast

sea. our flag placed on the

distant moon the hurt and

dying nightly see is like a

desert mirage for Spanish

speaking citizens who do not

count for the president as other

than spics! the sweet chariots

of God cannot even rescue the

condemned who live each day

afraid since the foul mouthed

head of a decaying democratic

State gives no crying damn for

flag or them!