Why stop there?

Hatred

lynched innocence

cocked pride like pistols

fired fear at targets of

walled opinions, drowned

daughters for sins, banned

black keys from pianos

saved from harmony

defined art until it slept

undisturbed

education beheaded reason

cut stars from flags

sewed them on jackets

scraped flesh from the page

burned it alive

nailed dissent in the air

bled it dry

replaced hours on the clock

with years

decreed all races end

except its own

— t. l. cummings

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