poem 151

This concrete of street 

which owns my feet 

and here it takes me to your home 

This food of wonder 

which owns my hunger 

and gives me life to hold you tight 

This water of cloudburst

which owns my thirst 

and wets my lips for your sweet kiss

This ink of black

which owns my flashback 

and each spells my emotions of you 

This skin of paper

which owns my labour

and gives me, your night of splendour

But today, upon each and every deed

all these owned by capitalist need

To pollute each everyone of your dreams 

to be a human, you created and free