Barely a face
a mole beneath the mound
burrowed out to look around
shit, I creep back in
fearing you and for my kin
the world is not kind
that is a lie
for the world has no feelings
it’s the actions of the inhabitants
speaking in chants
of cruelty and starkness
this cringe I suppress
because in civilization
each of us is merely just a fraction
of a system created to fill the pockets of who?
-Thanks for reading
Temperamentally Tina
A mole beneath the mound.
Temperamentally Tina 