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Knee on the Neck of Democracy

We’re praying between bullets, fed pepperto season our screams, and dodging puppetswho dance on an orange string. Change came like a lion,stalked our lungs, then locked us downin a twitter nest of failure.What will we look like when hell is over?When tomorrow doesn’t arrive witha black coffin sun? ©Susie Clevenger 2020Friday Flash 55