Hygiene
"In the mud
We
Dirty, filthy
The poor, unfortunate, and they
Hygienic priests
Stand
To observe from afar
The man-God.
Presence of
Something not of this world
He
More like the damned
Than the fat-cat, silk-eyed, taintless
Points, and calls them
Snakes
And white-washed dirty walls.
He, spotless.
The crowd cheers
As He tells it like it is.
But worry
Beats in my chest.
They will come to kill you, I said.
Already dead-
Buried.
So what’s to lose, he said?
Then they came.
Daylight fades,
The sun wretched from the sky.
Darkness
Never ending
‘Til the man-God returns the light.
We are squatters
Anxious
Thinking we will save us
From ourselves.
Someone must
Free us from the overlords.
They
Say no thinking
Don’t ask questions, keep on marching
War their only answer.
Who to believe?"
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