ice camps

A Poem by montresor

woe is me

and woe are those

locked in cages

chained

cold

alone

humanity in the pocket

of the faux dove,

sitting high atop

his mighty throne

a home built alone

blood

sweat

strength

wasted

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Added on February 22, 2022
Last Updated on February 22, 2022
Tags: icecamps, politics, latino, immigration, downwithicecamps, borderpatrol, liberal, blacklivesmatter, abolishicecamps, concentrationcamps

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