But what does it mean?
Our angry voices cry
With the fervour and rhythm
Of a thought that feigns to fly.
Collective, we are
Give to the cause
I came from the
Past?
That cannot be true
For what significance
Can be attributed to life
Without that passage
To frame and guide?
I will not use 'we'
For fear of contagion
Needs breach the person
An extension
Of nothing, of all.
This, we come to the root
Of the very problem
Facing a wide berth
And stronger arms
For the last, and first
Is here.
Part Deux
Am I more cultured
May I now place myself atop
Of you?
Combining foreign and native
The social ladder proves itself to be
An easy climb; steal a language.
I defy your rules
But I live within your bounds
There is naught I can do
There is not I can be
I do not defy these rules.
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