Prepare
What will that guy in the checkout line doWhen the fissure grows too great, and shooting
Begins? What will the sailors and soldiers do?
Will they side with their kind against
Everyone else, color above all, and tolerance
Damned? Will the country be taken back
To what it was, with its Blacks swinging
Silently underneath trees, its queers in their
Graves, and women at home with their kids,
Without jobs? Will the Bible and madness
Become all we know? We are nearly there
Now. Choose your side of the fissure.
Hope for the best, and buy, and get good
With, a gun.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-11-20 at 20:04
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