The Rotten Lie
Apparently
I am jailed in the room
reading the books of haters
where I can see caterpillars
spreading on the grave
rotting.
I even heard voices
shouting from the pages
the bourgeoisie are squeezed
cuddled by greedy mice
narrating rotten lies.
21 September 2018
Kota Kinabalu
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