July 1, 2008
By Jack Inkpen, Perkasie, PA

I'm buying black market forget-me-nots,
Not because I don't realize
The shock on their faces
In their eyes
They think I'm racist
But I'm telling you I'm not.
This Hitler-esque cleansing
Religions behind electric fencing,
They say that because their not white
They can make other races run in fright,
They think they can make me run and hide,
They say its not genocide!
As our world explodes around us,
We run into the dark,
The machine gun starts to bark,
Our blood looks like rust
On our white wife-beaters and tees,
A few seconds ago we were prisoners,
Now we are free.

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