Dear Stephen Miller
A Poem
DEAR STEPHEN MILLER
Who, when the time comes,
will spit on American refugees?
Who will voice their disdain
for this shithole country?
Whose shores will spurn our boats
echoing with cries of lamentation?
Who will assign us numbers
and herd us onto trains?
And you, Stephen Miller —
where in this hell will you be?
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