activist poetry
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They’re editing the dictionary in the dead of night,Crossing out ‘fascist’, underlining ‘polite’.They’re selling cheap comfort in a patriotic red,While they’re building new cages inside of your head. I got my free speech on a corporate leash.A trigger warning disclaimer before I can screech. And they told me my volume was frankly a crime,So I’m
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You call us thugs for marching straight,but cheered the mob that breached the gate. We raised our signs – they brought the noose.You said we riot – then turned them loose. We chanted names, you choked on facts. They carved their flags into the Capitol’s back.You banned our books, claimed moral high ground,while your “patriots”
I Wrote This Instead of Screaming 