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Photograph                          9/6/2017

Another ring

Around the rosy

Another day

And another night.

Flowers and ashes

We dance

And we dream

Alone in our sleep

Empty and dead.

Once you see it

There is no turning back

What they want for you

And what they want for me.

What kind of evil?

Refuses to protect

Those who came before

And those yet unborn.

And what kind

Of cruelty is worse?

Than those

Who betray their own

And hate their memory.

Before persecution

There is replacement

And before genocide

The murdered are always

Disarmed. 

I have seen them also

Pray for our death

Watering at the mouth

For the distant day

To come. 

Jealous, hateful

Envious and savage

Killing off the vulnerable

Every chance they get. 

But what is worse?

In this land of ashes

Than those who enable

And lie. 

Hiding the truth

And smudging the facts

Skewing the counts

And rigging the match. 

Our pockets our empty

But our hearts are burning

Just waiting for something

Or anything at all.

He who knows the past

Has also read the words

The beginning

And also the end. 

We have always been

The hated

And we have always been

The murdered. 

The same then

As it is now

Buy even now

Our witness speaks

Undefeated

And alive. 

The few shall win

Just as before

Just as was written

The beginning

And the end. 

Watch them hate

And watch them thrash

Spewing, spitting

Disgusting and vile. 

Not long

Is their day of death

And never will they be able

To do what they want. 

Gone in an instant

The hour shall pass

When the many fall

And the few

Rejoice!