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In the multi-racial nursing home
to bent and broken bodies
in broken bent back wheelchairs
longing to free roam,
said the black lives matter rapper:

When your woman leaves you,
and your man is gone
without a reason
or a fare thee swell season,
Getting mad at life
ain't so deadly wrong

You go ahead!
Let's get angry.
That's your right.
Let's swing this fight!

Take your meds,
the ones prescribed
And not those others
Steal your might.

Eat something right
and drink your water,
Go on outside
and play spin the bottle
and see some sight
that helps you maybe feel more right.

Find your music.
Tunes long tried
You've memorized
Until they had to die inside.

And when you're tired
you sleep,
Take a nap
Join those voices
heard long gone before,
Who never knew
you lost most choices

To want to wait,
to stay awake.
Don't want to miss
what might not happen
without your last blessed kiss.

But don't worry
We got this,
what you've not yet used up

It's not a lot
but I promise you
Although we're young
and only think we're smart,
We'll do our best,
We'll take our part

To forward march
to your grandkids
at least as much
as you've left us,
a little parched.

That ain't much
but it's my promise
To share your music,
To take our rest
when it's our time
to worry less
about who sleep takes
than who's just pretending
to stay wide awake
for further mending.

You go ahead!
Let's not get hungry
We're inside right,
so let's end this trite
and tired unsightly
RightWing fight!

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