Turning Red
The same people who are demanding
I put a suffocating thong over my face
are the same ones who lift sieves from borders
and invite in the slag along with the gold
the ones with no respect for law and order
the same ones that demonize all police
the same ones who close an ocean
because of a stray rogue on the beach
the same ones who claim
they can stop rioting with a hug and bubbles of love
the same ones that showcase the rarities in society
boiling our souls for the sake of blood ratings
the same ones that release violent inmates
into society to protect them from the flu
the same ones that are defacing honest Abe
the same ones that use retirement homes
as halfway houses for rapists and drug addicts
the same ones that rip toilets from their mansions
to avoid paying taxes-while raising mine...
that's why you can bet your sweet "regressive" behind
that my thumb will be turning red come November.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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