Locked up. Locked down.
Decimated downgraded dehumanised
What a way to tear us apart
Into little pieces of nonsense.
You use your mighty arms
A stranglehold when you promised
You promised safety
You promised protection and you promised belonging
But promises in your world
Are a dime a dozen
Burnt-out ends of lying words
Some kept, some shelved, some washed down the toilet
To meet your xenophobic ends
As you open your mouth
to fart out some more.
And those that burst crackers today
Know not what awaits -
The dragon under the stage
The monster in the wings.
5.August.2019
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