This fog is stifling me
In my company
i cannot breath i cannot see
I feel so very thirsty
A drought of truth
please quench my thirst
I need some water
to clear my mind
My home is hard
they have no clue
they drink a cup
of poison too
am still thirsty feeling faint
I fall over a suspect place
finds friends who share a cup.
but only drops
not much to spare
felt like enough
but realised soon
that rights cant wait
and soldiers must be armed
and fed.
for my own fate
this battle won
lets see what’s next to come
I felt a rain
I rushed out for quench
it felt so good to be so drenched
the umbrellas are out
But the storm is harsh
i am so wet
but not so parched
can i now be me
can i own my own company
i will probably die a death tomorrow over these prose as i am not by any stretch a poet