Chri$tmas Poem

They say money doesn’t grow on trees


You hung your capital on there

This country was built on the fruits of our labor


Black bodies like ornaments on an evergreen

Every Christmas is a white Christmas here

Offering gifts to the victims of early capitalism

In the forms of false narratives and oscars and obamas

Just give us our fucking reparations

We screamed in the streets for justice and all you heard were silver bells

Let freedom ring! Let freedom ring!


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