Culling the Herd

A rightwing official announced
�two or three percent deaths
�is acceptable—to him.  What
�of the Black mother of three
�drowning of phlegm in her lungs?

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Tell the fireman who lacked
�a mask how expendable he is.
�Don’t forget his pregnant widow.
�Tell the brilliant college student
�on scholarship she’s dying for you.

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From your Trump tower duplex
�you gaze on the crowds, people
�too tiny to count and so many
�are the wrong color.  They’d die
�anyhow, no health insurance.

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Don’t expect those happy few
�to shuck out money to save
�people who don’t matter. CEO,
�hedge fund manager, bank pres,
�NRA official, real estate mogul,

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you hardly consider us human
�unless you can make a profit
�from our bodies, our minds, our
�talent.  Then we may live until
�you find us no longer of use.

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