Nina Simone
I’m pulling at your voice
from the tongues and fingers
of the ash and asphalt people of this ash and asphalt place

because tomorrow all their children will be born with a hard curling autism in their small quiet heads
because tomorrow wealth will be measured in water you can drink
because tomorrow they will still lie and kill for themselves and lie and kill themselves

Nina Simone I’m pulling at your voice from the tongues and fingers of the ash and asphalt people of this ash and asphalt place because tomorrow all their children will be born with a hard curling autism in their small quiet heads because tomorrow wealth will be measured in water you can drink because tomorrow [...]

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ninety three

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