Those With Stars Those Without
Just one election cycle ago
those without masks were scorned
bullied out of churches and stores
now its the other way around
(sneetches with stars-sneetches without)
They've really got the masses scrambling
dividing us by
skin tone
a bug
chromosomes
a wall of fear
our division is becoming a chasm
deep and wide
no climbing out
except on the broken neck of Christ.
My -my how easy it was to control the masses
without firing a shot
with a blood red flag and yellow stars
pocked with microscopic bugs
nights of broken glass and burning books all over again
those with stars those without
In case you haven't noticed..
our division is their strength
our chains-their liberation
we the sheep have surrounded ourselves
the red wolf is picking us off one by one
blood on their plutonium muzzles
Maybe the antidote IS a semi-automatic
brimming with a hollow tipped Christ..
freedom isn't for free
never was
those with stars-those without
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Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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