inequality, Poetry

second coming

A second skin
you wear
mantle of hate, thin
beneath love and care.

A voice
you steal
to drown out choice,
a trill of appeal.

A stage
you manage
actors prepped and caged
ready savage?

A cross
you adorn
on backs of the “lost”
scored and torn.

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