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poetry by j matthew waters

getting out of this country


we didn’t like the neighbors anymore
so we packed our bags
destination unknown

no matter the next place
we felt displaced
& so off we went from town to town
like escaped slaves
on the run

this country was supposed to be
the land of the free
but everywhere we went
we witnessed poverty
& persecution

once upon a time far far away
we thought ourselves like anyone else
but now that we’re continually
being chased away
it’s safe to say we’re on the short list
to be replaced


july two thousand twenty-four
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