Change

Clean our world,
Flush those empty bubbles,
My bulb has broken. 

I forgot to turn the switch on,
Lightning striking as my light,
I rebound to rebuke! 

Clean our world, 
Pack our moneybags, 
I am distributing to our people. 

They are humans,
Same blood, same spirit and same species!
They are my lineage. 

Lightning striking as my light.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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