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Jan 2015
hate nation in love with hypocrisy
sits outside my window
pushing the limits
asking me to join in the rampage
but no peace officers will die by my hand
nor drug dealers or pedophiles
enemies of the state can drink sweet tea
on the veranda
at sunset
as apathy wins out with generation
‘who gives a ****’
the gen x-ers sit in starbucks complaining about inequality
with the baby boomers shake gnarled fists
at perceive socialism
and every day and new over medicated misunderstood
child of this environment
unleashes frustration
by shooting everyone in the room
just like in every movie
video game
fictional or non
programming
desensitizing gun violence
and making death and mayhem
the fastest way to fame –
broken dreams of fore fathers
lay tattered on ratty parchment
asking citizenry to protect their fellow countrymen
at all cost
to hold dear ideas of freedom and liberty for all
but if you are Black at night
don’t you dare be caught in a hoodie
near any peace keeping security force
local or global
‘cause America is shootin’ to ****
and practice makes perfect –
Sam Temple
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Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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   stéphane noir
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