As sea waters rise beach home owners procrastinate.
You see, they don’t really care about a sinking state.
Because they can just write off their third estate
Taking over your schools
Your kids to indoctrinate
Trying to make it not real to state
That this real-estate
Has made real mistakes
I fear its too late.
The specter of fascism haunts this very place.
Brought in by the hallow men and wrapped in the billionaires embrace.
To rule over a country
More concerned about a woman getting an abortion
Than giving power to a man who rapes.
Who tells our children for who they are or love makes them an abominable disgrace.
And promotes political violence in the streets
But hey, I guess that’s what makes America great.
The doomsday clock continues to tick
Sealing our fate.
Meanwhile we’re all glued to our phones
Spoon fed lies, that make us hate.
I don’t know about y’all
but I’ve lost the taste.
To capitulate my morals
And sit on the side of the race.
While this nation spits in the Statue of liberty’s face.
It’s stand up and fight now
or Bezos will send us packages in space.
Lincoln said this is a country for the people and by the people
So we the people need to clean up this place.
“Hope, like flowers… are harvested” ~ Subcomandante Marcos
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