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It Is Getting Old: Birdbrain America


Christine’s daughter today. Mohammed’s brother yesterday. Your husband tomorrow and another as follows. 

It is getting old,

And you are bold.

 

Bold enough to hold a gun,

Cold enough to not care about the brothers and sisters.

 

Blisters from crying from the predictive pain,

Misters dying out of an ignorant man’s vain.

 

Abstain, America. It is getting old.

Birdbrain, that’s the only explanation for ignorance and the lack of being humane.

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