I fondly trace the curved shapes
Letters and punctuations flashing across
The YouTube screen
Memories ache for lost roots
The musical notes of yesterday
engulf me in low pitched misery
Carrying me to a place that is lost
To me as well as to you -
You who live with a physical ache
a numbing hopelessness as the
senseless mob rises around you
like the circling vultures
As the axe comes down
Another notch, another number
On the capitalist machine
Grinding away on its senseless way
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