embroiled
no option
but
cooption
and
unremitting
toil .
Never
thinking,
ever
sinking,
beneath
stinking,
unproductive
soil.
Broken,
cast as
token,
so much left
unspoken,
until all is
foiled,
spoiled,
spoiled,
mortally
coiled.
Forgotten,
sotten,
always hung
out to
dry,
till
the wind
sweeps in
on a
raft
of
graft,
of
sin,
before life can
begin,
carrying
away the
harrowing,
narrowing,
desperate
cry.
My people
suffer from
a lack of
Knowledge,
no chance at all
for time in
college;
thus the
Fated,
Mandated,
Unabated
Revolution
K-12
Restitution,
because
to
Live
is so much better
than being
condemned to
die.
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