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Saturday, 6 August 2016

Skyward

Spent our lives,
Just looking skyward,
Never knowing
What life's for.
"Quality" our only
buy-word,
We, the people,
Merely whores.
Working always
Pleasing masters,
Pay our debts,
And just survive.
Thinking, their thoughts,
As our own now,
This is how,
We spent our lives.

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