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Jun 2020
Covers pulled above my head
Cocooned safe and warm, like death?
The world looks like such a mess
Quickening pace of my breath

Questions, questions, no reply
Society with its ‘freedom’ lies
Intoxicated brainwashed ways
Oppression, how the richest stay

On top of all the disposable folk
What an absolute ******* joke
With confidence we call ourselves ‘woke’
Funny how those same shoulders *****
Kenya83
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Kenya83  32/F/UK
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