Ideology
If the world is destroyed,
If the air turns hurt,
If the pains are severe,
If love turns to hatred,
There is only one thing left.
If I fail this day,
If I die tonight,
If the truth hurts,
like slave master's steel,
I swear never
to cry,
for I know
there’s one
thing left:
ideology.
A Stewart Annie Everestus’s poem © 2019
Copyright © Stewart Annie Everestus | Year Posted 2019
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