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Scream scream scream scream
Scream scream scream scream
I all began three years ago
Wisconsin, Michigan, Ohio
I was seeing red I lay in bed
I Scream
It’s so wrong this
Pain I am in
I thought that Congress
Would reign him in
But they made a choice
I’m losing my voice
I scream
It’s so outrageous
Kids in cages
Somethin’ new every day
And the trouble is
I’m pissed
I’m screamin my life away
He’s got to go
Or or we will die
Loathe him so
And that is why
I’m so blue
All I seem to do is
Scream
I have a hunch
It’s Moonk not Munch
But you know who I mean
That Norwegian guy
And the burning sky
I see him in my dreams
I am scared that in a year
I’m unprepared for what I might hear
World absurd
I don’t have words
Scream
Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of an effort to raise funds for The Center For New Americans. If you like the poems (or even if you don’t) and would like to support this fantastic organization, please follow this link. Thanks.
And thanks to Bob Jackson Miner for harp and guitar!