this world is ours…
not theirs to own.
We are the people,
rising to the call.
A storm that comes
to topple it all.

By Bee 7.27.25

And soon, the farms they once ignored
will run on stolen body's, death camps
providing room and board.

Cruelly pushing the immigrants out in waves,
then turning on us to take their place.

These truths we must face,
and set loose the fire in our bones:

They dig through records, track our names,
decide who's fit, and who’s unclean.

Credit scores and health reports,
our taxes, posts, and what we say;
all used to draw a line in blood,
to mark the ones they’ll throw away.

They'll call it order, call it law…
but it’s just fear dressed up in rules.