Stifled,
this air I breathe,
hope overshadowed by sadness
for humanity,
the press of cold ink,
signed, sealed, delivered
while he preaches
behind a smug grin
and dangerous promisings
of fear and loathing,
ill-contained,
his black magic showing,
poison in the air
as he teaches intolerance,
another brick in the wall
and divided we fall
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