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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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