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the nameless people who are

the beautiful brown color of

the earth, those hard at work

for America’s gain, who fled

the blade on other shores and

here are daily silenced by hate

will never break. if only you

knew the Spanish they speak

to Angels of a dismayed God,

the freedom that stumbles in

their dreams, the pain in their

limbs, then you would know the

hungering words they speak that

yell darkness in days to come will

sink into the marsh and not a shred

of white wickedness will survive

to hammer into pieces liberty and

justice for them.