Friday, October 30, 2020

Attempt at postmodernism

 : )

 

Your unease eats up my rights,

The air feels too tight,

Let them go, let it be...

 

I don’t want to exploit you,

But don’t exploit me,

I wish we were all free.

 

These days I have no pity,

They killed the city,

Do they care about me?

 

It’s time for a hard lockdown

From what makes us frown,

Let them go, let it be : )