W.
His heart is rotten meat
I taste another conspiracy
All those people
crowded like cattle
like less than human
The police and national guard
just drive by while these people
beg, die. A group has one nurse
to 15,000, some have none.
"Over and over they ask: When
are the buses coming? When?"
But they do not come
"Please, help us!"
"They are weak. They are tired."
A black man helps an old white lady
sit down, to rest her exhausted body
and looks into the camera. His eyes
say: See, I am kind. Be kind to us
Pleading people cry into a glass lens
to a hollow man, a non human man
He speaks now as I cry. But
I don’t want to see his face
He has shamed me yet but again
I taste another conspiracy
All those people
crowded like cattle
like less than human
The police and national guard
just drive by while these people
beg, die. A group has one nurse
to 15,000, some have none.
"Over and over they ask: When
are the buses coming? When?"
But they do not come
"Please, help us!"
"They are weak. They are tired."
A black man helps an old white lady
sit down, to rest her exhausted body
and looks into the camera. His eyes
say: See, I am kind. Be kind to us
Pleading people cry into a glass lens
to a hollow man, a non human man
He speaks now as I cry. But
I don’t want to see his face
He has shamed me yet but again
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 3:20 PM
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