Yes
You can take away my last wrapping
That I am lain unclothed, on that unwilling baptism
Behoven to the whim of mankind’s mercy
Or
Whether chance shall triumph
Playing her arched long game in red taffeta
Or
The turn of weather vein encompassed betwixt fate
For surely
It rains where rain is least required
As once verdant lands, feathery and skeletal in need
Their leathered thirst a distant drum beat
We may rend our chests in trying to reconcile
What seems without mercy
As the seeds dry before they reach
Nourishment
As the sun turns away from its hungered crop
As a girl is dragged off, just for showing the ragged hem of her ankle
We who comprise of water and salt
Sweeten nothing if spent in pursuit of filched agrandisement
Forgetful of those who once were brothers, sisters
Pausing toil to climb the jagged mountain
Sharing water beneath…
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Great post!
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