Finished? - Poem by Jamaica Alston
Expectations there are so many
Bars raised, but only the liked survive
Imitation, plastic figurines
Tongues that slither like serpents
Words that stab like swords
Balance, what a joke!
This world is a Hell
Always on your toes
What happened to that so called Heaven?
The faith that kept millions living
It's gone, I'm sure of it.
Not knowing whether to live.
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