An Interlude
What death has become me?
Concrete depths towards nothing.
Consuming the delicious earth
hallowed out by passege ways of metal
and fire.
Electricity
Dirt
and
Trash.
There I said it,
Trash.
Disgusting waste of resources and
lazy lust.
You're probably confused.
The moment you are born you are
forced to feed into all of society's
demands.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world