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Silence Is Deafening
Three days late, and a dollar of truth short No condemnation of neo-Nazi hate, no negative KKK report Only tweet silence was heard ... didn’t hear a peep, not one word Domestic terrorists were Tiki torching a church late that night Shouting ethnic and racial slurs Aryan imperialists, proud patrons of John Birch causing heavy fright They weren’t rebuffed by any tweet words The Trump was silent ... didn’t hear a toot, not one sound was heard Two days late, and a couple silver dollars of truth shy No reproof of white supremacy hate, everyone’s speculating as to the reason why Only tweet silence was heard ... didn’t hear a peep, not one word Marching through Charlottesville town, chanting crude, bigoted Nazi slogans Wearing the “Blood and Soil” hate song crown, brawling like drunken ancient Romans Innocent blood got spilled on the ground, yet my ears heard no shrill tweet sound Still no angry replies were ever given voice; the sound of silence was deafening, waves of nothingness heard crashing Not blowing the trump was the wrong choice Hate had it’s way unabated, violence was randomly meted But there were no words heard castigating any of that despicable hate Only the sound of silence chirped late, where flew the little tweety bird?
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