Exchange - Poem by Nicolette Jurkiewicz
An otiose façade shall blind you
This is what your days shall be
Production of pretense.
Follow your steps now:
React accordingly to all so typical.
Crude laughter reverberates, your
We’re dancing on thin strings,
(What is peace? So false!)
Requests disguised, reminders, they’re mockingly
Dance on the strings.
Forever, my puppet you
Dare to disrupt,
Good order and reason so
Fake and abrupt.
They panic and pressure and tighten the chain
Lest your heart become reckless.
Sing a rebel’s sweet refrain.
Run for black hills, now
Sever those wires to halt the onslaught
They say they are being the
Shielding all hell with their wisdom and arms
And crumpling souls in the firelight shine
That palpable freedom that shall be mine.
(And I’ll break those fetters
I’ll set you free.)
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