| | White Guilt
The sound of a cocked shotgun
The soft thud of coiled rope hitting
the bed of
a pickup truck
Are you the only family I’ve got?
Not guilty all white meat jury
The judge speaks with the voice of
dead leaves
rustling over the grave
Are you the blood that flows through my veins?
White supremacists, illegitimate children of God
Lost souls of the past clinging desperately to the legs of
American life
Let go black sheep and tumble broken and bloodied into
the dust |
| | Posted 8/10/2007 9:03 AM - 1 view - 4 comments
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