I won't be
ordered anymore
to kill
any more brown people
anymore.
(no folding, ironing, forming,
gas-masking, pt-ing,
subjugating;
not by me–
but it will
go on
and on
until we've fucked
all the differences away)
so they say.
poetry by (the)Doug
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