American Meat Grinder
poem/song about gun violence

It's the blood red, Aryan white, and bruise blue,
What kind of meat can I get for you?
We have kids with bullet holes at 50 percent off
And Black bodies for 3/5ths the price if you buy two.
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Sorry, that was callous,
Bordering on offensive.
Not that kids today would know
What the 3/5th compromise is.
History is whitewashed
And replaced with a false narrative.
Making sure kids today,
Don't understand enough to fight it.
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It's the blood red, Aryan white, and bruise blue,
What kind of meat can I get for you?
We have kids with bullet holes at 50 percent off
And Black bodies for 3/5ths the price if you buy two.
It's the American meat grinder,
Fully loaded with liberty...
Nothing freer than the dead,
Taste the American Dream.
/
When the mags empty into the latest victims,
Does it fill you with pride of your 2nd amendment?
Yet, when one of your own gets the 9mm treatment,
You blame anything other than your sadistic griftin'.
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His body wasn't even cold,
When you started your victim tour.
You left your grieving kids at home,
There's money to be made, of course.
There's books to write, fake tears to cry,
Trying to lie with cold, dead eyes.
The distraction machine is running dry,
Lock and load, stack them bodies high.
/
It's the blood red, Aryan white, and bruise blue,
What kind of meat can I get for you?
We have kids with bullet holes at 50 percent off
And Black bodies for 3/5ths the price if you buy two.
It's the American meat grinder,
Fully loaded with liberty...
Nothing freer than the dead,
Taste the American Dream.
About the Creator
CT Idlehouse
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.



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