Nameless People

Who cares what happens to the little,
the meek, the nameless people?
They aren’t like us, they aren’t us,
let them fuss, let them starve and
let them rust. Who cares what happens in the South?
That is for the southerners, and
they aren’t like us, they aren’t us,
we tell ourselves we’re better and
it makes us feel better and
lets us think, for a moment,
that we aren’t nameless people
in the crowd that spans the globe.

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