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Our knee on Mr. Floyd’s neck
Junior's reptilian hiss about the “Great Day on the Dow”
Our waking nightmare continues.
Indifference reigns supreme as Our beau ideal
In Our new normal’s False Apprentice corroding Our screens
Where death has become yet another sound bite for machinations.
The plague is just another plague
Following an incessant stream throughout
Centuries of civilizations’ suffering?
Can We learn from agony?
Anything other than the constancy of Our vacuum
Devoid of leaders but replete with victims.
Where is Reason and Our
Healthy indignation over the parasitic silence
Of flimflammers whose singular gift to offer is snake oil
To grease Our tribal arrogances and hatreds?
We invited them in through Our silence,
Our desperation for comfort, for superiority, for scapegoats.
The suffering of the 100,000 is no more, no less
Than all the lonely, individual deaths
Brought upon Us by senselessness.
The Orange Man says We will not forget You.
His actions belie his fraudulent words.
The knave's drivel nurtures the deniers.
If only We could say that Our 100,000
Could bring a change to
Awaken Us from the torpor.
Our sleepwalking leads
Us to remain quiet in Our undignified self restraint.
Outrage is an immigrant Our national wall keeps at bay.
The hounds tracking Our national humanity
Have forgotten how to howl,
As we abandon Our ideals for Apathy.
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