It's said in retrospect
A tale of past life
As a passing statement

Used to lubricate our speech

But it lingers
A cursed life
Keeps on growing, despite of disconnection
From my words and from my limbs

I walk past it
Look out the corner of my eye
Walls of concrete
Worthless crops are left to die
Heads are pounding
Against the cold stone every night
No accountability
It's accepted and denied

At the same time

And we watch
Im told I shouldn't intervene
Cut the red wire
And watch the fallout through a screen

Im still looking back

Recounting moments in the dark

Anecdotal musings

It cuts us up and leaves a mark

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