coffle

image from the internet

we are

the boundaries we draw
the love we suspect
the dreams we let go
the chains we accept

the letters we preserve
the envelopes we discard
the memories we junk
the photos we guard

the forks we come to
the road we take
the cliches we love
the rhymes we hate

the denial we embrace
the ego we preserve
the zone we inhabit
the government we deserve

it does not have
to be this way
this waiting for
the very end
to resist
and protest

now that winter has hit
and the coats all taken
idols busted
and morals forsaken

nation of coffle
fed on free funds
we are
the yokes they drape
silly souls hardened

it does not have
to be this way
this waiting
this suffocation
this fear

the devil
his armies arrayed
will wilt
if met unafraid

resist
fight
endure
persevere

P.S.
boo to the
black hatter
pretender of a
governor
boo

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Maruti Naik

Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write