by Gil Hoy
Sometimes in
today’s America
The rights of rioting
white supremacists
trump the rights
of black football
players kneeling
Peacefully,
holding hands.
And for some
particularly wealthy
Tweet bosses,
The earth is not
Warming, forget
the ship-wrecked
Mexican American
and there is no
community of man.
The earth’s squirrels
can all be seen
gathering their acorns
for a long, cold winter.
The ground is cracking
as the missiles fly,
The wild winds howl
and flooding rains run.
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