IX Cardiss Collins
A question, as I died, God asked with wrath.
"Is it not wrong to pass a law to scorn
The hanging of a murderous sociopath,
But allow the killing of a babe, half-born?"
The fabric of the welfare state is torn.
I surely thought food stamps would set them free.
My people now have nothing left to mourn;
Trapped in this government dependency.
Duped by the leaders of the DNC,
I worked to get the health care package through.
Too late, as I lay stricken, now I see
We didn't get a cursed thing! Nor you!
"What have you done," asked He, "to help your race?"
I bit my lip and slowly hid my face.
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