Strange Times, Our Times
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Sandra Feldman
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Today, We are:
Colorless, Sexless, and Care-Less,
'He' and 'She' hardly exist,
We are rather more an 'It',
Not to insult, so that All fit,
Today, Yes, I get it, Okay!
But make money and your hit,
Criticized and later bit,
And put in the frying pan.
Wish there were a better plan,
Social Justice, what a joke!
That's just lots of empty talk,
While our World goes up in Smoke.
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