Politics

You are
A rotten seed
Stolen from
An unloving
Womb,
A thumb
In a dog pie,
A cancerous
Moon,
Your spit
Is like jelly
It sticks
When it’s spat,
Your walk
Is an ending,
There’s no
Turning back.

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