How much plainer can it be,
scurvied souls playing hide and seek
with other lives, hiding
themselves behind redactions.
Spreading files open,
names splayed, victimized again.
just ICE used to be something
blindfolded
tipping scales
They’ll never fall from the snake’s eyes.
What is wealth worth?
Is depravity rich?
Who is the primary account holder?
Interest on deposits?
Payback for blackmail?
How did the house lose?
Citizens
United
Is
A
Lie.
If they won’t come out, we have to go in.
Do not let the beast slouch into Bethlehem a third time.
The cradle will fall when the bough breaks.
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Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Ooooo, love this! Two of my three brothers were pepper-spraying in The Twin Cities. I hate that our country was founded on immigration, and now it's a sin.
I’m a rebel. You’ll never take metaphors from me!!!