Fiorella doesn't feel good today. Maybe it's because of Trump, maybe because of the of the anti-semitism whirling around in academia, or maybe because she's a little sick, or maybe it's all three. In other words, she'll repeat one of her more meaningful poems.........
America, bow your head in shame
Ethnic cleansing is the name of the game--
Clear out the black, the yellow, the brown
Run gays and their kindred out of town
Ridicule the halt, the blind, the lame
And do unto those who sorrow the same
Jail the actors, the artists, the press
Silence the women and make them a jest
Reject the migrants or throw them in jail
Allow graft and cronyism to prevail
In short, go after anyone who
Doesn't talk or think or look like you--
An automaton of self-fed hate
Which no force on earth can ameliorate!
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