Tuesday, February 6, 2024

Home Safe

accursed dutiful consciousness this
is a last gasp against familiar fists
burning wielding recognition’s power
screaming wolf and waving flags for hour after hour
while any hope of change or progress stalls
control is born inside of four safe walls
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