HymnAgen
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just different
After the sun goes
they hang low.
Suspended…
swaying to
and fro.
Human piñatas –
beaten,
dishonored –
blow in the breeze
like withering leaves.
Daughter of the big house
parted her knees,
covered her lover
and said it was we…
N!ggers!
She claims,
to my chambers
they came
in the night.
Black bodies
burned under moonlight.
But you wish to make
AmeriKKKa great
once AGAIN.
- HymnAgen
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COMMENTS
mrmelody7 says: Good Trump truism Hymnagen especially spelling America with the triple KKKs |
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RonnieL says: Historical Truths in this write! Standing O Fam! |
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alexiscoon4135 says: THIS IS AMAZING!!! I read it over and over again.. Such power in those words! |
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Corey says: Greetings HymnAgen, It's a very special kind of talent to create something with such deep seeded cruelty, so beautifully! Amazing write! |
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hymnagen says: mrmelody7, it could have been a good campaign slogan had they left off the "Again," but then, people seem to always find a way to tell on themselves, don't they? Thanks, bruh |
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hymnagen says: RonnieL, thank you brotha! |
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hymnagen says: alexiscoon4135, humbled by your comment. Thanks so much, my poetic sista |
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hymnagen says: Corey, you are always very generous in your commentary and I do appreciate you for it |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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