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Aug 2019
Murderous herds of burning rubber
Hundreds of birds pierce the sky
And you fly away too quickly but who am i to argue
Uncover the dirt and the stones we buried deep
Beneath the politicians
Seated on their thrones in honorary comfort
Their dignity determined by our phony way of thinking
Speak equally and clearly
You define yourself and we melt into muscles
Funneling our blood and nerve bundles
Remove the bandages that cover your wounded arms
Scars stand ready to tell you of their battles
Metal and steel, youth is all we meddle with
These needles and the devil are all you need to fear
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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