Written and Contributed by Kavus

Hungry mouths to feed,
Sick aggregate.
Sworn in, scorning,
Fast and just wheezing for air.
And hail.

Golden phrasing I,
Lights and principles.
Only squeaking.
Luck’s ferocious left hand,
Stalled.

Now multiply a ten-strong baying million,
All charred, all hearts full of hurting.
Testifying in me.

Thwart this ditzy scene,
Gilded capital.
Hanging, swinging,
Loss of fury, heed, loss of spark.
Raise! Pull!

Now multiply a ten-strong baying million,
All charred, all hearts full of hurting.
Testifying in me.

Please calming time and disarm to cease this lynching army,
Bad hour, condemned and revolting,
Lasting out not shortly.

All ranting, merciless chanting, smash my legs beneath me,
Lives darkly, this is the moment,
Honest, this is rid me.

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