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a garden in the corner of a gym
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2020-01-16
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the presiding queen rules over her patch of concrete
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resentful of the hole in her chest, woefully incomplete
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and her knees and shoulders have betrayed her too many times
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so she sits on her patch and looks down on us from up high
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a coercive building made of ancestors' malice
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she watches the children as she sips from chalice
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contorting their bodies in impossible ways
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but no empathy resides in her stony gaze
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all bow down at the command of a robotic voice
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programming the class to believe they have no choice
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to bend, extend, repeat, give false confession
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rear ends in the air, youthful limbs ready for inspection
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rain's cold air banished, air stuffy and hot
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a door to freedom bolted shut and locked
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maybe, if we lift these weights on the count of ten
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we will lift ourselves straight up to heaven
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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