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It’s autumn time in America,
the colors are changing ...
(it’s alt right to gasp in whited disbelief)
as poplar majority, quaking Aspen leaves
slowly fall off 
the John Birch branches

Minority bad weather report
says with autumnal census certainty,
that the colors are changing
irrevocably 

And as such, 
the changing of the times
has weed hateful nettle disgust
rooted permanently

Forest green consequences are seen
ever spreading 
with solyent rapidity ...
(it’s alt right to paint a Snow White
enchanted cottage fantasy)

As the waxen  ruling majority,
manifestly, cope with
becoming the newest minority

These be the autumnal days — 
the kaleidoscope, tabernacle feast harvest 
befalling America
Changing of the color landscape
is being coldly received,
winter frostily ...
(it’s alt right to fiery bemoan in ash-white grief)

The reaping season of Autumn 
has duly arrived in America,
with equinox clarity
Equal time for daydreams and nightmares
demand sober vigilance,
as the latter-day fermented rain 
begins to foment fall — 

An end gathering of 
rainbow intolerance disparaging, 
mightily ...
(really, it’s alt right to cry with pale hope rantings)
Winter teardrop flakes of uncertainty
are alabaster doubtful falling

America now ghostly faces
the haunting reality of changing colors,
changing what was     to what will be

Autumnal days of whine and wilted white roses:
a nostalgic weep binge of dead leaves ...
Drunken ivory desires
porcelain pining 
for past skin demographic superiority

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