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BALTIMORE

BALTIMORE

BALTIMORE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The drone

hovered near a mother and her child.

The shutter went off

and in the name of political punishment

the beginnings

of a Third World War exhume its cast.

What ignorance belies in these torments

that food

from the table of the poor be modified

by their heartfelt protest.

Who are these political masters of darkness

sprouting their contamination

on a people

thoroughly understanding their manipulations?

Disguised by their deceit

they acquire

puppetry skills of their own design

mastering the controls of the drone.

It is time

that the World wakes up to these hidden eyes

who are

ravaging civil liberties like shark teeth

immunizing

those who come against them

by baiting cheese

in the trap of walkers of truth.

The drone

hovered as eyes gleamed and awoke

for the cow herder is barnstorming fear

and to what degree

its affect

will have on a confused newborn Mother.

Hang ‘em by the balls the men shout out

and so right

the cry of protest echoes in the court

against the majesty of official defecation.

Measuring intelligence with action

deprivation

is another water boarding affect

held in high esteem by the bureaucracy.

Separate

these menaces and throw them in jail

as they

corrupt their viruses on Americans.

How vile

to take the food of a woman

whose natural instincts

is to confront wrong doings

but who

in her necessary tribulation

shall set the stage to come

for a widely spread bureaucratic melt down.

Baltimore

your corruption is clothed and hidden.

You are a venomous snake

whose power

is corrupted by the supremeity of arms

and as you unravel your body

the penalty

will be disclosed as you are brought to justice

for the People

will yank

your spiny teeth directly from your mouth.

Shove the Drone up your ass

as a good and healthy American

who believes in freedom would say, and it is said.

Shame

on manipulating People to satisfy your power

for Caesar shall know corruption

as the entrails

of his own guts are carved out.

There are no parts

of any system worth dying for

and with this

you have been drawn and quartered by the People.

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