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Ode to a Wounded America

 


As Anerica licks its wounds...
4,100 dead... from a virus he said would soon disappear...
4,100 dead...
So much for respect of the people who spent time away from their families savings lives...
Yesterday...
4,100 dead... from a virus that was a hoax
So much for respect of the people who went for higher education spending much of their family's and their own money interested in saving your life and mine.
4,100 dead... he lied the virus hasn't left...
Those dedicated to medicine while losing their lives...Even saving the ones who rape our democracy. 
4,100 dead... he lied in wait, hoping less could vote...
The privileged ones who've raped our Capital yesterday...
4,100 dead... I knew it was bad, very bad he relented in secrecy...
Saving the Ones who allowed the raping of our democracy...
4 100 dead... stop the counting he said...
And the Ones who allowed the raping, because they could.
4,100 dead... they're nice people... he hinted because they're white ...
Because the unhurt, the ungodly, the delusional,  the stiff-necked, the fearful, the egocentric will vote for me, he knew...
4,100 dead... and he knew it.
Standing in lines waiting for their right to vote... we see people of color who's vote he has helped to supress...
America licks its wounds...
4,100 dead...
That was yesterday...
What are we going to do today?
4,100 dead...
Where are you Sergeant at arms?
4,100 dead...
Politicians all... where are your oaths?
4,100 dead...
Who did these white politicians swear to?
4,100 dead...
There is an outcry for healing...
4,100 dead.
And the count today, rioters with no masks?
America licks its wounds...
Yesterday 4,100 dead...
And the count today...
---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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