Partiality

Unity cracks open these days
And the little girl I knew to be so responsible is lost in the glitz and the crowd.

We are not what we wear
The sun shines
It is warm and the flowers are perfectly yellow and red
There are hands to hold, people to call,
There are fluffy cakes, shrimps, and wine –

Smile on –

Though one day, the inheritance will be split
The earth will crack open new tricks,
The grip will shake
And rue how it didn’t quite hold correctly in the crowd.

How though to stay put?

Things rub, things carry on
And love is forsaken
It is found someplace stilted
A high reaching ladder has been bought,
And it is made of greed.
Things rub, things carry on
The young will push and shove in time
And one house is certainly not enough.

So I run –

Because the white harbor is some years away -
And I must fight, crawl and despair in isolation
(being unmissed and shoved aside for poverty)

I wonder if there is love in the end.

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