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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




our suffering.





Posted 09/18/20
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