Refugees
They see swarmingWe see calling
Mourning
For Histories lost
And futures stopped
Food bank
Full shelvesEmpty stomachs
Frozen minds
Gurning suits look proudly on
Their creation of shame born out of patronage
Victims required for illusion of empire.
Ugly thread
Lack of careOr hidden behind the caps of hate?
Envy and anger designed to inflict damage
Troll or bot or friendly fire?
The hurt is the same, the journey has been long
Pick the right fight
We are close to the finishing line,
Reject the ugly, embrace the goal.
Freedom of Movement
A right to live a life your ownA right to love in sun or snow
A hope and dream which can be real
No bank nor birth can stop the zeal which which we dare to start again
or try some shoes not otherwise worn
You would give that blessing away
to give mine too is not a game
It's a pain endured, an agony, a crime
Our identity
ripped
shredded
Undermined
Our pattern pieces make sense sewn up
Torn apart, they are rags forgotten, unworn
in a drawer, an incomplete project
mothballed
abandoned
left behind
As elsewhere the future is forged without us.
You lose too.
@redalphababe
Our pattern pieces make sense sewn up,
ReplyDeleteTorn apart, they are rags forgotten, unworn. Wow!
glad you like it x
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