Complicit
watching through the looking lens as wickedness unfolds
wriggling complicit, lounging in my comfort seat
knee on neck, agony again, ... Again, .... AGAIN, ..... and YET AGAIN!
weighing heavy, bearing down, my weary conscience scolds
weaponise my wringing hands and my tongue-tied feet
I CAN'T BREATHE! good-causes relieve the pressure
....... but only now and then
Copyright © Ian Love | Year Posted 2020
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