I
Am The Messenger
Please
no guns or blood
Clouds
of violent smoke
Remember
I
am the messenger
Only
the messenger
Shoot
me
Shoot
me only if
And
only if
You
read my poems
Our
American vision
Tiny
bit distorted
Tiny
and huge
Creating
False
realities
Quietly
No
more free press
Suffocating
doctors
Undercover
men
Everywhere
Decaying
from within
Dying
not knowing why
Shoot
me kill me now
I
am your messenger
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