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Grey People

Posted: 15 Jan 2020 01:10
by Nazheek
I see grey people,
working in a grey building,
worshipping under a grey steeple,
speaking without thinking.

I see colorless art
made by grey machines.
I see families split apart
and loveless flings.

Working for green stationery,
and yet to blind to see
that the cost of their labor
is their soul not set free.

Wasting their time
in the dream-like fog,
feeling like freedom is crime.

I see the death of lives not yet lived,
slaves to misfortune and chance.
I see people from their freedom are ripped,
like a ballerina forbidden to dance.