You don't change
What makes you so perfect?
You cry for help
She cries for help
You push
She pulls
But the blame game stays the same
See it this way
No see it this way
I'm tired of this lame game
YOU ARE READING
For When The Revolution Comes
PoetryMou Ghose returns with poetry of oppression, loss, and despair which often end with the silver lining of hope - because the revolution is coming. Copyright Moushumi Ghose, Los Angeles, 2016 - 2018
