Art, Dark moods, Poem, poetry

‘Shrill of a Citizen’ – a poem

Those ones who are going to die unfulfilled

covered in scratchy mean sand

with their minds full of headaches and hate

wishing everyday to escape this prison and pain

those ones who can’t be alive

who toll the life like a duty point of honor to survive

full of hostility in the sea of enemies

wishing to leave their families

once forever

take a train and cross the great wall

instead of sitting at the computer

and collect the bills of misery

the rightful slaves of society

a quiet scream into the darkness

in their tiny apartments at night

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