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Saturday, 24 September 2016

Anger Rising #poem

As the anger rises,
Above the din,
All shapes & sizes,
All fit in,
But never question,
Who it's for,
The serpent chooses,
Who is poor,
As we think we're in control,
Of the manifold,
Fight of life,
Ever changing, broken times,
Lines of timings,
Shaping minds,
Until, they're good,
For nothing else,
They're just no good,
For ought but wealth,
And $atan hates me,
This, I know,
Because his mouthpiece,
Tells me so.

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