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Mentally ill minority poetry.
MOTHERLAND
You made us a race when you gassed us at Auschwitz,
Since before that we were a disease,
Caravans of wandering lepers.
Races are men you hang from one tree
A race is a place where you burn the debris
Races are men you imprison together and
Rights that you hang on the same shelf
A race is a pit that dig to shit in
AND I
I
I
I
I
I
AND I
WE
WE WE WE WE WE WE
We are a race.
When we cry into one handkerchief,
When we’re shot in the same front
When we come together in relief
Which sends their hounds to hunt.
When we fester on your ships of fools
When we rot in the hospitals
Where you feed us jello served with rules
And shock our testicles.
When you put us all in silent rooms
Where doctors all share laughs
And you make us shriek out certain doom
And beg for autographs.
I pledge annoyance at the lack
Of a United States of Schizophrenia
And to the repugnance of wasted hands
One nature
Under dirt
With lunacy
And judgment
For all.
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