We stayed up late enough
To smell the bread on the wind
From the factory bakery
The president is hawking beans
From the White House
His smile looks like a star exploding
Men are walking into all night gas stations
And breathing onto candy bars
They’ll kill you if you say a word
Vauhxx Booker was chased into the Indiana Woods
By men of my “race” and they had
Tail pipe fire sparking in their eyes
Their voices were lava dust and diesel
Big bellies bouncing, threatening arms swinging
I didn’t think the fall would look like this
The same way the nation rose up
By threatening by killing
By lunging then leaping into death
Because dying is easier than living
And killing seems easier than loving
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