The Children, The Children, who’s children?

06 Aug


Poem I wrote titled Ebola

Diabolical schemes they’ve got for me. Biological catastrophe infecting me. Mass genocide government conspiracy. Man made mutated virous end game weaponry. The 1% has the cure or their planes wouldn’t bring across the sea. Wicked minds make sin its delivery. Borders closed to children with a case of brown skin and poverty. A 1st class plane for whites with diseases Ebola and HIV. Who wiped out who you or me? They killed them and now me. In the end “We the people” killed “We.” -Me


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Posted by on August 6, 2014 in Uncategorized


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