Yokes
On our shoulders
"Right" men don't have shudders
Yet, these are the days
Days of the rising sun
Jokes
On our sole lips
Staring, arms on their hips
Chastising mercilessly in all directions
Yet, these are the days
Days of the rising sun
Chokes
On our necks
Their merciless hands wrecks
All chances of continuity
Yet, these are the days
Days of the rising sun
Dedication: To all those fighting to survive in a cruel world
Orpington: 04/08/2014
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