Culture of Disgrace
Your daughters sneer and cackle
your sons threaten and boast
Endanger and rape
your wives whisper amongst each other
coo the young and sheild their eyes
and you provide for your own
and slowly kill us all
after three years of threats, many of which
were accompanied by box cutters, bottles,
groups of young men
you shame me for carrying a single blade
which has never been used to hurt
and I pray never will be
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