I Can't BreatheA Chapter by Robert Francis CallaciI Can’t Breathe plague terror a baby in the crib death walks amongst us-- dripping snot bowels on fire only p*****s wear masks as you scream in agony I’ll
tell the president you said hi. hoax burning crosses truth in science no virus here, the
liberals made it up- the white hood fits like a glove-fake news. jogging in the countryside bullets from a cowards gun a boot on the neck keep our neighborhoods
pure- Stonewall Jackson would be proud. white shrinkage cornered rats make America sane again...
A paradigm shift has taken
place. This once great country: that lived on the promise that all men are
created equal and where the persecuted could find succor, is crumbling before
our very eyes. Its soul has been laid bare by an invisible virus that kills
indiscriminately and by the racial divide that has shown its ugly face in
public view for all to see. Our cities are burning; the boots are choking the
oppressed. We are on a precipice, a
slippery slope, where our present unrest either leads to civil war or
reconciliation. And let’s not forget about the virus. We only have two choices: either follow the
science or give in to magical thinking. I
only pray that logic, compassion, and common sense will prevail... © 2020 Robert Francis Callaci |
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Added on October 28, 2020 Last Updated on October 28, 2020 AuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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