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“Give me your tired…your poor”… children.
They can stay, but you must go or die
Trying in every way to come here and stay.
In the Era of the new “Peculiar Institution”,
Who would have thought that unchained
And seated on a windowed bus
Would be cheaper than the belly bowels
Of a human cargo ghost ship—
That running to capture would out cherish
Running away—Board room distribution decision
Would outweigh auction block bickering?
In the new Era of the new “Peculiar Institution”,
Border Patrol Captains replace Captains of ships
And spirit breakers are now comforters of separation:
Refugee children teased—psyched and deluded;
Parents—collateral damage of re-veiled oppression.
In the new Era of the new “Peculiar Institution”,
Blacks—meanwhile—continue to be culled by murder
In reused camps, Browns are being seasoned and prepared.
Indeed, who would have thought that makers of the news
Would be the ones to fabricate and fake the news—
Hiding the real news of the new “Peculiar Institution”?
