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Jun 2020
He.
Boisterous like a spoilt child
he hurts and haunts his victims,
unscrewing the bolts
dismantling the pieces
picking apart the structure.
He leaves behind a pile of wreckage
burnt, broken, butchered.
He twists and pulls
poisoning petrified prisoners.
Doing as he pleases
facing no penalties.
He torments and tantalises
shaping lives as if he is God.
Taking lives as if he is God.
Enslaving lives as if he is God.

Worse than the killing virus
it plagues them fast like wild fire.
They squeeze our lungs
“I can’t breathe”
infecting our system
“please”
venomous, vicious, vindictive.
A man made disease
known as privilege.
Victims are villainised,
soles stained and stolen.
******!
He is the devil
and he is they
and they destroy our society

and we…

and we are angry.
Written by
Lullah Reed
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