You speak as if you
Are the only fact,
As if your word is
The one worth hearing.
Your perspective so
Crooked and swollen
It eats us all, our
Poor truths forgotten.
I don’t know how to
Form an opinion
Righteous enough to
Defeat your madness.
But apathy flaming,
So angry I’m scalding.
I have my history
And I have my legends
My stories run swiftly,
I’ll stand and replace you.
You forget
I am human too.
You forget
that I am not you.
All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017
If you liked Eraser, read Hope – An old Campaigner
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