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Feb 2018
Census is taken to say who is what and who is where
Other side says this type of tagging by race, *** and locale is over
I think I get why the rub is set for the mirror’s glare
Points taken are bold when random logic runs for cover

Careless counts of dispossessed use a simple sample and a smatter
Don’t leave the car, drive thru and watch them scatter
Insulateds say amongst themselves ‘ it can’t be that bad ’
It is much worse than that.  It is sad

This did not start out to rant or rave
Thoughts of nothing are often the best to save
A small chip here, a small dab over there
Hope, stay woke, hold the holographic horizon
for the next flame that flares
Written by
van Young  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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