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Sep 2015
She didn’t light the fire.
She was so discerning
watching her city burning
in complete and painful chaos.

The political arsonist
was invested in destroying this
ghetto, one small city section,
didn’t give a ****
about any woman or man
who got hurt by his plan.

So, while the flames
kept getting higher
she crept with her metal wire.
That mad mass murderer
never even heard her.
He never even got
to shout out or gurgle,
as she strangled
that fat cat *******
who made a living
off the suffering
of the innocent.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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