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  Mar 2018 tristia
god bless america
and the free men shackled
in chains we deny ourselves to see,
and bullets that cloud our vision raining rivers of blood
that we wash off at night so we can sleep in peace
because we'd rather not believe that bad things happen here,
that a black man can be shot down because his blackness was too suspicious to be ignored,
so let us pledge our allegiance to silence
let's hold our tongues
and maybe we'll survive this corporate jungle,
and live the American Dream

A L Daniel

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