Iridescent soil

Like the static of oppression read as apathy ,

erupting into an unyielding entropy

in the natural scheme which the unnatural deem-

skin marking its own territory: a travesty.

 

Like the alleys, oil spills, and parts of town in uproar,

bribed into villainy, forks and hoes from hay and soil.

Golden promises hit scarlet: the blind and the sick.

Their graveyards remain sacred – they’re not what we need foil.

 

The gravely inverted had been blinded by a lie.

One so massive that this town’s like a speck without dye.

Storms have licked the town hall and droughts have dried their old farms.

But this black sheep is now void of that lie colored white.

 

 

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