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It is a lather of anxiety and anger,
the omnipresent stress
of being endangered
with no protection
from a legislative act
enjoyed by some fauna.
Peer through my window –
and witness my trauma.
My character is besieged
by assassins’ creed –
emboldened because of the blue
they perceive they bleed,
while true bluebloods
regard them with the scorn
reserved for their servants.
Dejected until requested
to perform protective services.
They feel weak,
so they power trip on my streets
to lift their own sense of esteem up.
Rarely inclined to deem us
as worthy of protection and service,
rather occupation and subjugation
all across this f*cking nation!
Treated like Palestine’s
children under the thumb of Jacob.
How dare they question
the legitimacy of my hatred?
They reinforce it with impunity –
outline it in chalk on crimson stained surfaces
from whence my memory cries out for justice,
but goes unanswered;
understandably disgusted,
and now awash in that emotion.
- HymnAgen
