Month Six

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An ending dreamt of often, imagine a positive swab test
The president infected, ventilated til his final breath
This predicated on his penchant for suggesting that we go mask-less
And rejecting the science; look, if he wants Covid: be its guest
Oh yes I've been depressed: like the ‘Merican economy
How could it be differently in the reality of motherfucking quarantine
Listen to me, I’m healthy, but that doesn’t mean I cannot see
The danger my lifestyle posed to those with comorbidities
That’s forty-five percent, by the way, almost as many as voted him in
Actually, way more, just 27-percent gave him the win
Americans don’t vote, right? Disillusioned by a broken system
Imprisoned victims of capitalism given up on trying to fix the kingdom
And we in one
With a king on a golden throne of shit, we noticed it
Decades before, and yet still he sits while the country splits
We hate each other: requirement of the new world order
Erect a border on the Mason Dixon, let them suffer hell if they want more
What was it for? And was it worth knocking death’s door
Down, he’s come round for bodies we left lying on the floor
One thing’s for sure: he was right that I’m sick and tired of America “winning” this fucking score
Oh hey: have you heard the words of good Bob Woodward?
Well, not so good it seems, selfishly inhibiting
Our understanding of the obstructions perpetrating
At the highest levels, all for a book? that’s fucking absurd
How is it that we have all come to this shit I don’t even understand how someone thinks that this
Information is not relevant when this country has been facing more deaths than most wars
Hiding the president hiding the desperate situation while increasing the panic
He claims that he wants to avoid, again I must ask: what was it for
Profit of course: that’s always the motive
To live and let die, the philosophy voted
Into the white house, built on lies told full-throated
But no one cares, the deceased can’t be quoted
Once it became clear the victims would be
The poor and minority, not white wealthy
Who fled to the Hamptons, held up in their mansions, waiting out the storm in posh luxury
That was the moment the government gave up, failing the intent fundamentally stated
In that founding document which declared, protecting our lives is why it’s created
F*ck!
We’ve turned names to numbers, lives to stastistics
So an incompetent manchild can cosplay fascistic
And they all fell in line, excused caged kids and unmarked vans
With unmarked soldiers capturing and detaining citizens
Because they got the judges who will let them destroy the earth
And tax cuts mean these old fucks rest in peace while lower classes burn
We’re way past the point where we can justify ideas debating
What we are facing in society, this piety: god it’s grating
It’s not religious, more like nostalgic
Not to a time but a blissful mindset
When you could celebrate quiet hate
And the resulting pain you’d just be blind to
Ignore the effects on their communities
The actions of authorities with immunity
We see cop knees on the necks of men
But dehumanize the ones suffering
What progress we’ve made seems rapidly sliding
Coronavirus we’ve given up fighting
With hundreds of thousands disabled or dead
Systems to protect oppressing instead
All of the calls to ignore scientists
Open up quick, let sick ones die from this
Desperate times manufactured by failures
Of governance: look how the others have nailed it
This is what we get electing men with no empathy
Gleefully making citizens enemies
Their mission is clear: wreck our constitution
And to that I say: viva la revolution

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