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Yo, y’all; what’s going on? What’s up
I’m not talking ‘bout the sky With its sun,
Stars and reflecting full moon;
Talking ‘bout our cup, run,
And our comings—soon!
Oh, the year has not been about pies
In the skies,
Rather, it has been about the prize upon which
We’ve kept our eyes.
Despite seditious bigots’ attempts to deep-fry
The constitution until its done,
Let us go forth in determination reflecting we’re
Fighting for freedom to be won:-
Ironically, anarchist demons still have a great deal of
Silent syndromed support;
Thus, let us continue to make them frighteningly aware,
We’re still here, and they can’t deport:-
Yep, in the coming year with all its intended demise,
They need to know, we’re still here, and still we rise.
