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Andrew Jackson and The Civil War
Were I to dwell a day
in the den of my enemies.
What would we say
of the corpses they ******
and threw in the corner?
Their history torn to ribbons
and chained to the same toilets
from which they garner
their greatest thoughts and values.
How many burning crosses
would dawn their books?
How many hoods for the wash?
does the washing?
The husks of flesh cut into pounds
festering on a shelf somewhere.
Once colored and cultured,
both in smell and in sight.
All by design.
At an oaken feasting table.
I see them eat the termites
So many holes, it looks like dry split bone.
Some monstrous creature
that never had blood to spill.
From the corner of their slack jawed mouths
I see the wine swish
They talk about Andrew Jackson and the Civil War.
As I fight the urge
to light myself on fire.
This is another piece from my political series. It's based on dumb words from farcical political figures. Feel the disdain!
31/M/Greater Los Angeles Area
(31/M/Greater Los Angeles Area)
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