This is a poem your girl wrote way back when.......
America, bow head your 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 woman and make them a jest.
Reject the migrants or throw them in jail
In short, go after anyone who
Doesn't talk or think or look like you--
An automation of self-fed hate
Which no force on earth can ameliorate.
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