The Cud Poetry:
Cross-Cuts
Ewan Kane

These fools, they have no clue

I've been waiting

All my life

Just for a chance

But now they'll steal this

 

I'm wonderin' if they know

Just what the hell

It means

To try and believe

Oh how I'm reeling

 

 

These masses- a menace

Drown us out

Your voice

Becomes a whisper

And now I'm slipping

 

They never earned this

Never staked a claim

So where?

Where do I go?

And now who saves me?

 

 

They push me, pull me

I'm spent

Bitter pill, this one

Clinging to a promise

That now we'll never see

 

I guess this is what they call

'Enlightened'

Here's my truth:

I'm undone

And now I'll never mend

 

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