Farming The System – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Open they said, for me to be me, person of one, interest is less, forgive the fortunate, for we are the ones that are, following a strain, taken from another less, hand in hand we go, not forward, but not alone, have something little, as the world takes it all away, a special few, soaking, open they said, let me be me….

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