Monday, March 6, 2017


Here comes the grungy sky machine,
The deportation machine.
Here it comes, chugging over the hills, thristy,  the drink up the oceans machine,
The chew up the folks and spit them out machine. Bloody.
Here it is, the powerless to stop it machine, the get behind me, satan machine.
The purple bruise machine, the beaten black and blue machine.
And here we are, the railways, on the railway, strikers with the sabots in our hands.

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