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Mar 2016
So
you want the good old days back right
when it was only a few cents to
see a movie at the theater
and you could take your girl out
for a night on the town
for less than twenty dollars
and even having that much money
made you feel rich?

Fine
I can understand that
but that’s not what you mean
when you say that
like a parrot
it’s the same thing over and over again
make America great again
let America be America again
make this great fifty state
existence of ours
meet your impossible standards again

But
if you really want to make America “great”
and restore this land to it’s original beauty
then we need to clear out
give the land back to
the Native and Indigenous peoples
that were killed off by the white man and
their small pox and guns
and their constant need to expand

This
land is soaked in the blood
of many wars fought
but most of it is not white man’s blood

No
it is the blood of people
who just wanted to live
and raise their children
and meet their grandchildren
and keep the world beautiful

But
the white man just couldn’t stand for that
now could they?
especially if they weren’t in charge of it all
so the bodies fell
and then the trees
the animals and native plants
all shriveled and died under
their cruel hands

And
when that land would yield
no more grasses or plants
they moved on
and on and on
riding horses that were not theirs
bringing death and plague
and sadness
a sadness so profound
that even the earth herself
wept

So
you say you want
America to be America again
that you want to make our country
great again
but all you can think about is
war and genocide and
****** and death and pain

This
is not for the good of all
or even the few
it is for the good of the one
it is for the white man
and his money
and his towers
and the countless empty buildings
springing up
and choking what little life is left
out of the earth and the land
but the building’s will stay empty
because the rent is too high
and if you do not have money
or power
well then
your voice is not heard

And
you continue preaching
about how bigger walls
and gun towers
will keep everybody else out
but all I see when I look at you
is a spoiled rotten little brat
taking his sandbox toys home with him
so no other children can play with them
just because their clothes
are not as nice as yours
and their faces and hair
are not as scrubbed clean

But
the pigment has been leached
from your heart
and all that is left
is a shriveled up *****
it is not doing its job
because if you really did have a heart
you would understand that not everyone
shares your disillusioned vision
of a “greater”
a “reborn”
America

(And
I have met some pretty
evil men
I have seen them on TV
with their greasy selves
and empty promises
but you
well
you’re the ******* Antichrist)
Boaz Priestly
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Boaz Priestly  27/Transgender Male
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