everything in protest | poem

poetry

I can pretend, we’re all the same

the sun is moon, no one is wrong

protestors scream, ancestorial dreams

where they remain, ripples are waves.

It’s funny to watch, world fall apart

government lies, made us used parts

sold as brand new, global exchange

the mentally ill, nothing to do.

When a vase falls apart, count all the pieces

if a wolf uses teeth, it’ll tear you to pieces,