Plain white mediocrity,
jammed roads and shedding electricity
that my Father let my people testify.
Radiation and abnegation,
black fumes and drowning cities.
Comedy in sarcasm, action in crime,
Bespectacled eyes prying for clear blue skies
that my Father let my people testify.
Sunburned love and packbruised backs
quench your thirst from the star-striped racks.
Pyramid on shoulders, twisting knees and sinking heels,
Run fast lest you get under speeding wheels.
Heaps of flies in the box that runs,
sell yourself and blame those who sell guns.
Show your cards and wonder why,
that my Father let my people testify.
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