Open Eyes

Location

It has been eighteen years

Eyes locked tight shut as night enues 

Not a glimpse of sunlight

Not a glimpse of truth

Not an idea of the ruthelessnes that governs our daily lives through and through

Sucking our souls dry of any happiness or creativity 

Finally the sky cracked

Catching the new light of day my eyes were  wide open

Now I can see

Capitalist

Owned 100% by the almighty dollar

All of us screaming from the the bottom as one 

At the end of the day though

not a sound is heard

Not a scream....

Not a hollar ...

J.A.S.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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