i thought for a second,
a second felt longer
as my hunger
command anger
as danger
rise from within my burning arteries.
in a moment i leaped for hope
as desires like rising seas
engulf my sense of commonness
leaving the lean part of me
starving,
leaning on the shoulders of death.
I struggle to take a breath
of fresh air,
still i do not feel fresh
my stake feels stale
even the wilderness desires me no more
i watch with dismay
as my babies starve to death
while the riches of my woump
feeds the bellies of my haters.
I wish they could choke on it.
I keep repeating,
a luta continua, aluta continua
but a lot continues
a lot continue
my babies continue cry
my tears to feel my rivers
my ... still contiues.
my dignity still is the door mat
with which the world wipes it's
stinking, rottern smelling...
...she eat,
i eat from underneath the masters table
the remains and dirt of the devils lunch
and hope God is watching over me!
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