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Looting. Burning. Building's fire. They rob and mob. They do not tire. Some are anarchists. Some for hire. The TV blasts. It is a liar. An airplane skims a telephone wire. Where is it going? Where can it land? Every runway shifting sand. All citizens are in their bands. We are under Judgement's Hand. America. Alive with stasis. All opponents in their places. No room for love in those rat races. We could be gone without any traces. No trace of culture. No money earned. All gain is stealing. Compassion spurned. Museums raided. Books are burned. Hard to watch it. Trees are felled. Racial violence. Hatred sells. Anthropology gone to hell. All hope is A WISHING WELL. SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis 11/18/2020
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC
Momentum of Stasis
Looting. Burning. Building's fire. They rob and mob. They do not tire. Some are anarchists. Some for hire. The TV blasts. It is a liar. An airplane skims a telephone wire. Where is it going? Where can it land? Every runway shifting sand. All citizens are in their bands. We are under Judgement's Hand. America. Alive with stasis. All opponents in their places. No room for love in those rat races. We could be gone without any traces. No trace of culture. No money earned. All gain is stealing. Compassion spurned. Museums raided. Books are burned. Hard to watch it. Trees are felled. Racial violence. Hatred sells. Anthropology gone to hell. All hope is A WISHING WELL. SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis 11/18/2020
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Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC
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