Hear that pungent sight?
Smell it grinding in your mouth?
Every orifice covered
Through a metal blizzard
Missing the magic wizard
Who drives into my home city
Sweet flag
Your carrier is orange
Your future is arrested
Policing
The demonstrator’s finger
Sweet flag
How I want to be rolled
Up in your softness
And how...
The flames would weave against my skin
I support your burning
I support your lies
I support you bombs, your skins of foreign hides
I support your obstruction
I support your support
I support the message conveyed to the tides
I support the uprising
I support the jails
I support the prostitutes feeding like snails
I support the crud
I support the gutter
I support the cars, and the gifts, and the mothers
I support your death
I support your death
I support your death
I support your...life
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