Trapped In Your Bubble

Our lives are not commodities

For you to trade or barter with

We’re not a fucking currency

To spend on your frivolities

You’ve spent your life inside a bubble

Breathing the recycled air of self importance

Oblivious to the poisoned fumes outside

Blind to everyone else’s troubles

Deaf to all our words

So we’re replacing them with actions

Sharpened on grindstones born of imbalance

Keener now than the sharpest of swords

And we will burst your bubble

And you will fall

Landing among us

Choking on the air you’ve never breathed before

And as you suffer

You’ll demand we help

As you never did for us

 


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