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Swabbing the deck
If i could ever explode
a fathom of what you think we are,
i'd have the blood of a million dead
sailors on my hands.
Fact is, you're just
a mere movement
among the motionless.
I've seen your kind around with
lackluster design and poppy seed smiles
flowing endlessly into voids of shit.
I've knelt down and
sucked up your tireless yarns of
everlasting slavery long before
you began enslaving.
Your dreams of owning me
and the reality of your dull
overweight life planted on my face
will never set you free.
Ray Strickland
4/28/13
"The reality of your dull
"The reality of your dull overweight life planted on my face will never set you free." Fantastic man. I like this poem about oppression a lot.
We are owned