We are weird
Making small talk
Bound by rules
The laws are weird
Making sense
Creating borders out of mess
We uphold
The stakes
Keep us safe
They keep us safe
Define the run away
The look away
The hurried hush
In this hush
I feel my face
I look away
It keeps me safe
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
