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These are things we do not Speak of, A class of violence that breeds A certain endurable suffering..... It is in the curious nature Of survival Which caresses the poor And listens only to the nocturnal Whispers of savages, Crude and tameable It is accepted outside of the unacceptable, Where the deep concerns For low income pass through The eye of a needle and they Can shout from a safe distance With charitable murmurs Enthusiastically hoping one Makes it out of the ghetto. Home is where the heart is, A heart of the unacceptable With victims below middle class, Chronic renewal of violence, Another ethnic man with darkness On skin is dead, The eloquent news states, The futile concerns from outside Keeping the animals in place. The permissible violence Is lamented in segments and tidbits, It is good only that the poor Might stay out of the unacceptable.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
A Permissable Violence
These are things we do not Speak of, A class of violence that breeds A certain endurable suffering..... It is in the curious nature Of survival Which caresses the poor And listens only to the nocturnal Whispers of savages, Crude and tameable It is accepted outside of the unacceptable, Where the deep concerns For low income pass through The eye of a needle and they Can shout from a safe distance With charitable murmurs Enthusiastically hoping one Makes it out of the ghetto. Home is where the heart is, A heart of the unacceptable With victims below middle class, Chronic renewal of violence, Another ethnic man with darkness On skin is dead, The eloquent news states, The futile concerns from outside Keeping the animals in place. The permissible violence Is lamented in segments and tidbits, It is good only that the poor Might stay out of the unacceptable.
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Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
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