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Once
you stuffed them
into ships and huts
Reaping the
fruits of their labor
Denying them humanity.

Now
you stuff them
into blocks and jails
Reaping the
fruits of their labor
Denying them clemency.

Troy

I was sad and angry when I read the news this morning, so I wrote a bad poem about the treatment of African-Americans, slavery and the prison industrial complex.


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