i see it in their eyes,
blue, green, eyes.
European, caucasian eyes.
they wonder if such tall tales are true:
are they great decedents/are they better than i am?
truth be known
the fear is real
and so they kill and scream
and remind us that we are no greater than dirt.
so we cry freedom!
and raise hell
and die...
...well.
it is about that time,
look over your shoulders,
the sun is on its way down.
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