SMELL THE COFFEE

 

wake up and smell the coffee 

your cup is fully full, not less empty 

we’ve been battered for too long in this dungeon 

a cage laced with thorns we once called home 

our skins and bones no longer grieve as planned 

our bows and arrows are tucked far 

our knives are sheathed, sword down 

we only wield clubs and sticks for revenge 

aiming not for your life but to incapacitate you 

letting you live while you lay waste and regret on your crutches 

for too long you’ve preyed on us

we who should be merry and swim in plenty 

we who ought to be the celebrated around the globe 

but see us, turned scavengers on a heap of emptiness 

turning soils and scouring for dashed hopes 

our dim lights has finally become green 

the opium you force-fed us has worn out 

we have woken from our slumbers with hyping jack

adrenaline now surging in our weak veins   

our hands are trained now for your jugular 

sleep but don’t shut your eyes 

yawn but make sure no air is released 

walk but don’t let your sole creek 

for retribution has sew a coat on your behalf 

neatly dry-cleaned for your ordination 

@talk2leigh

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8:33am

3 Aug 2024