Intergrated segregation,
On both sides of a rusted fence.
Sustains successfully,
Beliefs to keep remaining the same...
Unchanged from concepts.
Kept isolated with wishes,
To protect themselves against...
Others who protest,
Being legally separated...
From those who feast and leave the rest.
Yet...
Divisions continue.
Equality is wished.
With entitlements to get...
As documented by those who forget,
They too are decendants of immigrants.
Claiming what was theirs,
Done to do with an approval of theft.
'This is ours to document.
Regardless who consents to the fences.'
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