Breaking Bread

Vasava

When the past doesn’t stay dead

When old enemies have set an ambush on the road ahead

& it’s the only line left to thread

my weapon of choice is a loaf of bread

to break with & share

till grievances are fully fed

Then I’ll sit back & wait for the poison to my bloodshed

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