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Jun 2018
What color is that rope,
The one around your neck.
Is it yellow with red stripes?
Or red with yellow stripes?
What creates such a rope.

Is it the knotted world around us?
This capitalistic factory of rope,
Of yellow tape.
Killing the ones who see,
Handing them this rope.
Hiding them behind the tape,
The yellow rope dangles, the body is laying on the floor.

The rope is yellow,
With red stains of the world's will.
Willingly killing our right to explore
Elias
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