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Deporting Love Again

They took my blood and ethnic group, they did. My soul was skulking, knowing of the strains If I have no visa, they’ll get mad Reading my thick newspaper was sad Seeing they’re deporting love again They took my blood ,my heart and I feel bad Water has no salt whereas blood has And losing it will cause a lot of pain If we have no visas, oh dear God. The water circulates; we’re effing dead So when we’re shot there’s no red blood to stain They looked for human souls and then they bragged The Jews, the gays the helpless .felt cold dread And who resists now Fascism rides again? We scream when we’re asleep,oh helpless God. We invented torture , prison, shame Were God here he’d hear the frightened groans They took my ethnic group and stole my blood Now they call me ” ”, ain’t life sad?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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