STATE OF THE BLACK UNION X

When your rhetoric
Turns into acts of true change
Then I will hear you.


In a place
In a space
Where I/you/we are
Where dreams are fading/eroding/erasing
As the ticker tape parade on Wall Street falls
Into the economic abyss.
With a cunning thief's kiss
But we never asked what's amiss.
While we waited for the trickle to fall down on us.
'We hold as the arbiters of truth, those who have lied to us the most"
New Chief in town.
And to their dismay, his skin is brown.
Time for ch...


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