I Can't Breathe

I Can't Breathe

A Chapter by Robert Francis Callaci

I Can’t Breathe



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.




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


Robert Francis Callaci
Robert Francis Callaci

Port Richey, FL

My 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..