Race's held up, against time and mis-order
Slavery displaced many folk..From time lost in some old mists, it has been certainly no
Joke.'
Now in the present we see forever wars
Under the 'engine of not for profit?' Maybe
You are not real sure.? As ai frames some
Future.? In the fogs of the here and now,
There are to be slaves, of conveniance.?
For those born native..And those being 'imported?' The similaritys strike me; both hard and how.' There is froth and fluff and
Bubbles from many a billionaire,
as true conveniance, became a station-wagon or tent
Or the nearest
bridge somewhere, somehow.?And
migration is the answer? un-controlled
Or lawfare type, then there is all the self
Righteous verbal garbage, as in a weeks old
Salad sort; in a force-fed hype.'
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