Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
What the nation wants
It escaped us, the want of living
to him they said, they just wanted enough bread
to feed the chicken, seeds to exchange for beds
to her they said they just wanted language,
storming the nation, mistaken by the difference
between biscuits and bread.
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