A Day To Die
by Vito del Valle
I,
deny
all of this.
Answers make clear,
the questions are rigged.
Can't win a broken game.
We were meant to lose the race.
There are no prizes for last place.
Failures make you numb to the hard truth.
Everyday alive is a day to die.
Corporate gods demand devotion.
The dollar demands sacrifice.
Your body is a machine.
Blood is commodity.
We are not masters.
We are all slaves.
Born to lose,
not to
live.
Note: Off prompt. Played a syllable game. Went from 1 to 10 then back to 1. Poem #104 for the year.
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