Circuit Break
Burning flame, lost tears, don’t expect any compassion for your soul here.
Burning flame, dark skies, don’t expect a sympathetic soul to hear your cries.
Life burning, sorrowful screams.
Let them die alone on hospital beds as they don’t matter, blame it on their weak genes.
Silent nights, they can’t breathe!
Your life does not matter to this government whose only appetite and concern is selfish greed.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2020
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