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Jun 2020
Is what I see through these eyes of mine really what’s in front of me?

Would anyone agree or reply instead, on the contrary.

Some things look so real but lack the fiber that’s required to being.

Allusion turned illusion, translation delusively believed.

Truth rejected, blatantly refused involuntarily due to brainwash of mainstream.

Maintaining distorted beliefs perpetuated by erratic theory.

When did it all turn upside down?

Like an hourglass it won’t last but an hour now.

How much longer will it be until justice is found?

Anyone dare object?

The Fowler should proceed with caution.

Where are the uncorrupt are they anywhere to be found?

It isn’t right that we truly have no rights.

Injustice profound.

Appropriation of our Constitution.

Can we turn this around?
Written by
Breanna Lowney
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   Maria Hernandez
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