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Everybody is a blank slate, think of the potential they have, if we start early, support them, we can save them from a life that's bad. We can build them until they can do what others say can’t be done! (The average IQ in Jamaica is a frightening 71.) Women have so long been kept down, but we have made all of that change, got women into the workplace, the whole system we rearranged. We’re the greatest enemy that the Patriarchy has even know! (Women’s happiness has declined every decade since they left the home.) We’ve taken it to supremacists and drove them from the public square, we can now begin a new age, and all those pale folks best beware, we’ll hold you all accountable, and judge you by your ancestry! (You all claim that this is justice, but it sounds like The Klan to me.) We have no need for religion, don’t like superstitions or God, we’re all here to think for ourselves, and a new brilliant road we’ll tread. To read works of long-dead zealots must be some kinds of stupid joke! (Speak carefully or be cancelled, a heretic to the Church of #Woke.) There is a war on poverty, and it’s a war that we must win, we’re building a better society that operates on compassion. We are taking care of others, who could ever object to that? (It’s easy to be compassionate spending somebody else’s cash!) Our voice have been long ignored, but all of that is changing now, we’ll march, protest, riot or burn, if it helps spread our message loud. We’ll probably tear up a neighborhood if it gets some people to care. (To get elected Democrats must keep you poor and in despair.)

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Date: 6/28/2020 4:29:00 PM
Proud and extremely fair evaluation. A person who examines society with layers of perception is a liberated from being swept and deceived. Format of your poem, revealing glimmers of truths aside from the common projection, was poignant, hard hitting.
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