There is a new gestapo called ICE.

I am tired of my name
This comes from my disgust
And my love for my father
Who wore this same name before me
I both love and hate him
Love for the bond of blood
And hate for his racism and cruelty
Also I hate and love myself
Hate for that same bond of blood
Hate because I can also be cruel in other ways
And I know this, I fight it everyday
Often failing
And love for finding my own path
For rejecting his racism in my life
And for this he disowned me
I deny James Lee Jobe
And yet I am James Lee Jobe
If I could just forget it
And choose another name
I would be pablo, Ishmael, or Joshua
With no last name at all, just the one
I would cut off this brand of Jobe
And never look back
My final words to that other Jobe
Were fuck you on his deathbed
And I stand by them even now
Forty-some years later, old and cruel
So really I deserve the brand

How can it be that the sun and moon still rise and set so lovely while America keeps people in concentration camps? Children and parents kept apart and locked in cages like dogs at the county pound? There is a new gestapo called ICE, why is it that the sun and moon don’t know? How can they still be beautiful, shining down on this ugly nation?

You carried the corpse a long way
It was a journey of decay
That was a thousand miles long
Every step was a long hot summer
Every step was a bitterly cold winter
You carried the corpse in your arms
Your faces close together
Death was a journey for you both
the living and the dead

James Lee Jobe

Blue Jean Blues - ZZ Top

It takes a long time to become young.

Pablo Picasso

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James