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listen to the drums beating

out the sounds of the centuries

beseeching, the tune of snapping

chains, the squealing of tyrants

removed by the nameless, the

revolution that moved into a

White House built by African

slaves, these blood-soaked days

on the impatient earth hosting the

reckless bully with a vacuous brain

who relentlessly throws shit at life.

hear the poor he puts in cages, the

huddled masses to the gale tossed,

the children from across the border

crying about freedom in loathing

disrepair, the black lives stomped

by nationalist cops, confederate

marches full of ignorant white hate,

and America face down in a shameful

shallow grave. what became of liberty,

justice and equality on these American

tongues? What future is prepared now

in the name of Anglo-Saxon superior

myths? what will become of our sons

and daughters when greedy old men

and women are done disemboweling

the people they call filthy illegals and

spics?