A circle of dull light
The musky smell of old rubber
Encroaching darkness of a cement pipe
Made worse by breathing through a heavy filter
Just crawl forward
Afterwards my arm was blown off–pretend
From all the children my sister was chosen
To stop me from dying–pretend
I always wondered
Was it just our school
Because of the military
Stationed here for over 300 years?
Online I found other schools did the same
With cut-out paper dolls
My school made us into toy soldiers
Original footage on grainy film
Piles and piles of corpses
They showed us
Age 7–or thereabouts
I understood then
that humanity as whole is evil
And now the evil rises again
The prince of the world
His biggest con
Are rumours of freedom
All the while planting poisonous apples
Words you must not use
(If you want research funding)
The prince plucks a juicy apple
And hands it to the humble
Christian praying in their home
Woman
Woman is the word thou shall not use
And so they fail
One after another before the 40 days were over
Woman
Becomes damned once more
Thoughts on Freedom
Published
Poetry by Nathalie 