Can you hear them?


Can you hear them?

It’s the natives crying as they're eradicated and displaced.

It's cracks from the gun that everyone owns

It's the rumbling stomachs of homeless veterans

It's the weeping of a mother who found her child hanging


Can you hear them?

It's the ping of a retweet for that malicious post

It's the ballads sung for every fallen white american

It's the angry and pained screams in riot

caused by a black child shot down by cop

It's the sirens coming for our corpses

It's what we call a perfect country

It's America


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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