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danger
in the air
smell it
taste it
Its presence
pervasive
blended fear
and hatred
thick
like mist
at dawn
when cold
encounters
warm
intolerance
and ignorance
converging
in a storm
of closed
minds
and open
mouths
foolishness
spewing out
echoing
Sunday morning
talking heads
in verbal bouts
no love
for either
no respect
from either
screwed
Repubs
dry f^ck us
Dems
use lube
still hurts
nerves worked
like slave backs
welts felt
from way back
privilege denial
“We held no chattel!”
Might vs. Right
still engaged
in battle
recompense
dreaded
subconsciously
embedded
Liberty
half-buried
on a beach
is how they said it
through emotion
picture show
scripted
Bright Eyes hollers
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
and arts reveal
what so many
hearts conceal
today
- HymnAgen
