First in Line

 

        First in Line


Communication

Dedication

Graceful participation

Former traditions of dignity

Give way to intentional chaos

 

Racial divide

Portraying false data

To convince far and wide

Create your own myth

The devil laughs

As we contort in his light

 

Blind justice dies

On the walls we’ve erected

Around one another

“Come together”

Was a lifeline

That died on the vine

 

Science and hopes and viruses ignite

Evacuation

Eradication

Can you see his disease?

The devil laughs

Distorting the fight

 

We don’t have to live this way

Stay inside to fight another day

Throw open the bird box

Lift up your lies

Eyes wide open

To a death that never dies

 

When the dilation of liberty

Is shoved down the throat

Of a rabid dog

And the beast turns to bite

I’ll be the first in line


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