Unearthing a few grains of soil could create sinkholes
Or create more solidarity
The ones that grow and stand tall
Are ripped out and harvested for sustenance
We live in it
grow in it
sustain it.
Our bonds are like packed soil,
porous but poreless
in appearance
a state of perpetual disturbance
With every handful forcefully taken
endless grains fall in on themselves.
To save face
save race.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
Unearthing a few grains of soil could create sinkholes
Or create more solidarity
The ones that grow and stand tall
Are ripped out and harvested for sustenance
We live in it
grow in it
sustain it.
Our bonds are like packed soil,
porous but poreless
in appearance
a state of perpetual disturbance
With every handful forcefully taken
endless grains fall in on themselves.
To save face
save race.