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Our Justice

Can’t breathe

when 53 cents on the dollar

 

goes to militarism

at home and abroad,

 

speaks the word poverty,

is a movement

 

rooted in policy

that roots out corruption

 

lest we roll over

when faced with temptation,

 

a moment, however fleeting,

rooted in history

 

like a bird

caught by the song on the wind

 

that sings of humanity,

does not negotiate

 

with those

whose ideas and identities

 

would form

off of truncating

 

ours, whose very existence

breathes

 

vis-à-vis

our suffering.

 

 

 

 

Posted 09/18/20
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