Minority Of One
Old intuition – at the well we’re wishin’
All those who vanished from the mix
Rail concentration – get off at the last station
The sequel after decade six
Minority of one kind, we stand behind
We are as one mind, the bars in the cars
To camps under stars
You will see human poaching
When the world starts encroaching on your plans
We need to get born, no need to get dead
I'm sick of the norm, I'm sick of being misread
Political favors, to otherworld neighbors
When FEMA ran them over with sedans
The law became martial, not exactly impartial
When one needs a visa, to flee to Giza
You find it’s all lost, discern a new holocaust
When you have foes much worse than the Japans
Colonized wrath, their globalized path
The converted mall, the new city wall
They traced my last call
The clues begin matching
The plots they are hatching, the surface is scratching
When the world starts catching on, it ends
poem by Mason Maestro
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