A wee message from the inner sanctum of my strange mind.
Marginalised.
You cannot rob me, I have nothing
You cannot treat me like a dog, you already made me less than a
dog
You cannot drive me to the abyss, I am already there
You cannot betray me, more than I have been betrayed
You cannot take my life, I have no life
When I breathe, you will tremble
When I awake, you shall not sleep
When I walk, you will know fear
When I rise, you will fall
I am dangerous, destructible, fearless, I am the marginalised
I will inherit the earth.
And from Percy Bysshe Shelley:
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number-
Shake your chains to earth like
dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you
Ye are many-they are few.”
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