Gabriel Neffke
The court is biased
Each man for his own sake
Seeks the golden egg
And freedom from criticism
To live as he pleases
He raises his boot
A treaded gavel
To mold those who dare
Stumble beneath him
He must prove himself
Again and again
Lest he find himself
Fitted into the rubber
Of another man’s heel
His grip unbuckles
Knowing the expense
Of what he holds and the others
Starving to gift his luxury
When they want nothing
But a loaf of bread and the latitude
To nurse their creations
He lives with an ache
And a false family
Progress having taken
His heart in collateral
The means his happiness
How is one meant to survive
When society promotes
Criminals and crushes saints?
Perhaps he thinks
I should change
But coping numbs him
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I managed to write despite the pain. I decided to strip down and write plainly. The image is a preview!
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