this is your america

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our fates are colliding
like an asteroid into a planet

from afar it looks like a small dent
but it wiped out an entire species

i wonder what they thought
as their skin betrayed them and turn a sickly black

as ashes rained from the sky and the ground crumbled

i wonder what they thought
as stardust scattered

pelted into these dinosaurs' skin

i wonder what they thought in their last moments

i wonder what inhuman beast
rose from that crater

i wonder
if that's how humanity was created

the sky fell
and the earth was flawed

bombs rained from the sky
and the land was flawed

blood flowed the streets

in between the cracks in the sidewalk,
the cracks in skulls

dust scattered like ashes on the wind
to reveal the slaughter

and you tell yourself you didn't cause this
you tell yourself a vote is just a piece of paper

is a bullet just a piece of metal?
is a bomb just a pretty explosion?

is a human just a bag of flesh?

they are in cages and you laugh

and i laugh back at you
because you say you didn't cause this

and i tell you
you did. you fucking did.

a vote is not just a piece of paper
it is a human life

with every death toll they release
with every inhuman act they relay
with every splatter of blood upon a school wall
with every cage
built inside a prison—i mean, camp.

with every one of donald trump's actions,

I HOPE YOU KNOW
YOU ARE JUST AS RESPONSIBLE
AS HE IS

THIS IS WHAT YOU VOTED FOR—
BLOODSHED.

this is what you voted for—
someone that can barely hold the title human

let alone president.

your button is bigger?
congratulations.

a vote is not just a piece of paper
or a click on a screen

no, it is a human life.

but i didn't wish for them to be dead!

no, you didn't.
you didn't kill them, no.

but you sure as hell hammered the nails into their coffins

TRUMP BUILT THESE COFFINS
AND YOU HAMMERED IN THE NAILS

congratulations,
you are a murderer

congratulations
because this is what you voted for

congratulations
there are blood stains on your hands
that will never wash out.

because what is hitler
without his nazis?

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