I mingle

patient and treading

a drop of soap

in an ocean of oil,


nothing in common

but breath

after intrinsic beliefs

surface only to drown.


Belied systems

created to scale down

the cowards

the first, the loudest.


Conversions will commence

for the uninvited

who did not smell the scent

of fearful ignorance.


Nothing can be done

to save truth of lives

lived beneath a thumb.


slavery is a metaphor

for a life lived squealing

for someone else


In the noose of commerce

pigs hang themselves

rooting for diamonds.


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