Bulldozers and backhoes

Hefty bags and all my wet clothes

My broken hearts

Broken limbs and broken toes

We hold onto whispers of love

Even the smallest crum

Of some-one

i take a hit becuz i think my life

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Has long ago stop meaning

Shit

I grab a few things

I’m so done with all the things

They swept my home again

Today

and i’m so tired i just looked up

And said ok

To the King with his violent orders

Get in line

Your dukes and gentry

Have taken everything from us

Every home, every promise

Until there is none of us?

Forced locked treatment, incarceration, internment camps… for the “c

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