they rage against
systems of complacency
by being complacent themselves
spinning in futile circles
snapping at their own tails
until they are gasping
gasping for the air
their oppressors have
stolen away
we laugh at them
congratulating ourselves
thankful we are different
better
watching them with
our hands wrapped around
cold iron bars
YOU ARE READING
metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
