An Urban Species
My mind wrestles with misgiving,
My heart, with a loving tenderness.
About me my species are tortured,
But here I stand, frozen with fear.
The paralysis has set in early,
Time waged no war for this soul.
Bold in mind yet heart crushed flat,
The fist was clenched but never raised.
As we wait in humble silence,
The powers that be, stoke their armies.
We are now powerless to resist them,
With one hand we are eased away.
Like drunken lovers they spend themselves,
All for now, tomorrow can wait.
For them, these words flow easy,
By the time tomorrow arrives they will be dead.
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