privilege
my privilege oozes out of my fattened skin,
like the blood drips from the slaughtered neck
of inequalities and injustices, crimes & bribery
shining brighter than the beautifully adorned noble's precious pearls
Intertwined together by the string of voices
Men's voices suppressed and women's wombs oppressed
Streets filled with orphans, wailing, a Beethoven's symphony of tears & praying
my privilege oozes out from my voice
that sneers at the dirt on my shoes
the tardiness of the impoverished workers
the tattered cloths, unshaved hairs
they came directly from the devil's lair
They were a collateral to the cruel twist of fate
a genealogical mistake
their shortage of food kept the bellies full
take a good night's sleep till their voices lull
into the void of ignorance & pretense
where the god's kingdom comes to end
what's that smell?
burnt skin and screaming, oh it must be raining
a cleansing ritual, bow down
for god heard our prayers and left the holy land
for only the privileged to bare
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That was an intense and thought-provoking read. You have a way of tapping into very deep, difficult themes that most people are afraid to talk about. It’s a very unique and 'different' piece I came across
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