Friday, 27 August 2021

poem 186

 

Hold your breath and beg dancing shadows

to compose a dream, where life can be free


Soon your lungs bursting, desperate for air

ignoring your will, they take their deepest fill 


Particles absorbed too, creeps deep into you

each one, made from capitalist will to instill


Despair, cast proud into your biological whole

where in each cell, corruption is now composed



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