From the river to the other river
A story about a dead dog leads off
your A Block,
instead of leading with the 500,
600, 700 hundred dead bodies
that were found buried underneath
a hospital, many executed by a single bullet
to the back of their head,
women,
children,
old men,
hands tied behind their backs.
We have to ask.
How many?
How many more?
Is there a number that will satisfy you?
Just tell us.
Do you know?
I’ve heard you call them cockroaches before.
Many times, actually.
I’ve heard you call them lesser people.
It made me sick.
The news is sh*t.
Its anchors are rotten.
And it’s becoming more obvious
with every breath we take
that they are not on OUR side
and probably have never really been
on our side.
So we are alone together.
Now what?
I hear you.
Do you hear me?
I think you do.
I hope so.
Hello.
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