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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I’m a hate by-product, made in America I’m a plantation commodity item, blue-eye gem slave engraved in red clay walls Ivory bank vaults I was silver dross reject packaged: Prison cargo bar code stamped coming to America There’s no doubt about it, I was fashioned here by the free-market profiteering traffickers They sell liberty propaganda lies, and economic caste division worldwide Got global many-me, slave waging in a brave, New technological World Laboring on noisy climate change thin ice The only question is: For your bottled silence, what is the collaborating price? I’m a fear by-product, manufactured in America Whatever your racial animus preference is, you can buy on-line, prime patriotic hysteria ... for the gutter low cost of a figure 8 black ball My street value is worth a late 911 call, trigger transactions get no refund for any tin badge mortal damage caused A morgue resale happens every crimson clover fourth fall I’m an ethnic waste by-product, iron-oar dumped in America The Black Plague of chained anger came when they cattle branded me with a new name Been living depressed in ghetto bliss four centuries as auction clerical Sitting on a factory warehouse shelf ... waiting to be placed on a death inventory list, by the merchants of flesh trafficking Human property owners and gun lobbyists; those bought and concealed, in some dark lord’s pocket, are semi-trailer trash, automatic fire revealed by unfretful fetter-some me I’m a ricochet, re-defined bullet mind, made in America Flung on an upward trajectory
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