Pinned
Pinned.
Your thoughts, are censored,
pinned in through your eyes.
Scrabbled words which fall
down your bitter throat
not out into the freedom,
outside your being,
they poison you guts.
Because the brain that thought
cannot digest its own freedom,
of speech, so we wallow, and
swallow, wallow and swallow,
spooned by Government , too death.
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2021
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