Home Affairs Part 1
These are the last words,
My moment of finality.
With cars driving past
And Pollution triggering the onset
Of a great earth shattering sneeze.
The system is down,
But people still hang around.
I feel the urge to burst into song
To rid us of our anger
And aggression towards the system.
But singing won't help.
We want what we came for,
What we can't go without.
We are slaves to the system,
The system that's crashed
And left us stranded
With no place to go. But back home.
Copyright © Heather Rodwell | Year Posted 2015
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