To have a roof above your head, dance to their tune
To feed your family, dance to their tune
To find a job, dance to their tune
To keep your job, dance to their tune
To get medicated, dance to their tune
To travel abroad, dance to their tune
To polish reputation, dance to their tune
To get good references, dance to their tune
To avoid prison, dance to their tune
To breath, dance to their tune
To stay alive, dance to their tune
Yes, rejoice and keep dancing
What is left of you?
A lifeless, miserable corpse, emaciated
A sac of skin, filled with doom and gloom
Rattling bones, dancing to their tune
Filed under: poems for Palestine, Thoughts and feelings | Tagged: dignity, Liberation, NWO |
Poetry for Palestine 
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