Blood in the Snow
poem about American fascism getting worse
What the hell is it gonna take?
Where is the end of your rope?
Will it be my body on the ground?
Will it be my blood in the snow?
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Do you only care now
Because the woman's skin was white?
The victims look like you now--
Are you just now terrified?
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You think a man won't hesitate
To punish your mouth with 9mm rounds?
Better measure each word you say
'Cause fragile men know no bounds.
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If they can't use guns to terrorize
They'll use their dicks to stake their claim.
Civil war means girls and women get raped,
Regardless of their color, size, or age.
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You are not immune to their crusade.
They just proved women are next on their list.
If you're not young, slim, and breedable,
You'll be likely to end up dead in a ditch.
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I'm tempted to cross out each thing on my Vision Board,
And just write in big red letters: SURVIVE.
Because I feel like I'm living numbered days...
And I will exist but not be alive.
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So, what exactly is going to take?
For you to know what you need to know.
Please don't let it be my death,
Or my legacy be just blood in the snow.
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CT Idlehouse
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TRUE! Excellent poem about the current state of affairs.