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Black Ops

No, there are no black helicopters
hovering over every breath.
And yet: are there forensic doctors
who can confirm Osama's death?

No, there is no rich one percent,
no Bleistein smoking his cigar,
no swelling ghettos or dissent,
no Soros watching from afar.
No, there is no new world order,
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Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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