The news trickles in
calls, from Outer islands,
Skypes from Saipan
and the Mainland
Get that white woman,
she will be our Mom beacon
careful don’t look directly at her
her message is strong.
It will change the way you look
It will shake loose the lies
and deception that we’ve been fed.
We’ll put her on our network
between Judge Judy and The Doctors.
The families will get their wake-up call
Quick get the warden on the line
I think I have the angle we need.
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