Don’t give me such shit
@yonar on Twitter
That I’d be privileged.
Like you, I bleed —
Born a minor cog,
Locked in a faulty machine.
Is it because
The ancient, grinding gears
Pushing me on
Whether I want to or not
Still turn,
Where yours do not?
Don’t dare put that on me.
My hands are tied,
My fate long since decided,
And though my head’s still held high,
The choice to end up here
Was never mine.
And maybe,
Just maybe
A fix exists
To rebalance this unjust world,
But I doubt
That breaking the few
Rare parts still functioning
Is it.
