Roots of Genocide

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Roots of Genocide

Roots of genocide
can no longer hide
in the depths of our democracy
The evil is being revealed
We’re on reality tv
waving “Hi mom!”
as our children 
are getting killed.
Ratings are up
While we’re getting beat down
shot while the cameras are rolling
for all to comment on facebook.
Taking our rights
even to kneel, 
so they can steal our future.
Robbing us blind
of the crumbs they’ve left behind
for us. 
A trail of tears
they want to keep hidden
under the rug
of stars and stripes 
forever.
Kidnapping our kids,
to feed them to the wolves
or worse.
The worst of mankind
right in front of our eyes
representing us
but I recognize 
his roots.

The Roots of Genocide

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