Holding On, Just To Be Alive... - Poem by RIC BASTASA
when a boat sinks
you grab everything that your hand can hold,
it does not matter what it is,
whether it is good or bad, legal or illegal,
you simply take hold of it and hold on
to the saving of your life.
similarly, when you are hungry and there is no food to eat
you grab every food that is there, dirty or clean, stolen or gained
you simply take it, and eat it to save yourself from death
they impose their laws upon you, it does not matter anymore
they give you death? what for? it does not matter
you're already dead.
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