I Lynch, you Lynch, everyone Lynch Lynch


It’s your time in America

You have the stage

You have the control

And I trust your humanity

(Born of the marriage of a hateful killer, a deranged nanny and a spirit of life)

Will triumph.

But, we shall see

And perhaps the worst of us

Will come alive

Again

Perhaps there is no wisdom

Yet.

Perhaps we need more lynching.


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