Thursday, December 17, 2020

day FOURTEEN HUNDRED and THIRTY

Small Rooms

Feed your hate
with make believe.
The days will
grow heavy like
elephants
inside small rooms.

You will lose
your right to breathe.
The end is
near for all you
sycophants
and sad buffoons.

To celebrate
such a travesty
will only
last until the
lights get dim
and hate spills out.

Conquer hate
is the thing in need.
Where do we
start? When do
we end it
without a doubt?

--Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal


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