Amerika

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America, where is your mask?
America, you don't look well.
America, your temperature is raised.

America, you are no longer free to be an island
of hope.

America, we need you to step out of line.

America, you are out of line.

America, put down that torch. Your children are in
denial and their babies are choking down the
paste of privilege.

America, cars are burning. Join them.

America, ignite the precincts of justice and
break down your majestic dams.
Let rivers of dissidence infect your streets and fill
its sewers.

America, you are drowning in your own vomit.

America, stop laughing;
this is no joke.

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