They have been driven out of every country
They wander the earth defeated, deleted
These breathing entities
are scattered, scorned, hounded, and torn
They're on trial for just being born ~
Criticized and condemned...
'cause their spines have thick layered skin
With nary a leg to stand on
they just lay down and burn
So turn a page on this outrage,
Books are {still} bein' brazenly burned and banned!



It made me look at the poem from a whole other aspect 
ty.


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