Mourning Light

by Bree Ervin

I woke up this morning
sad
broken hearted.
Angry at the world.
Tired of individuals
taking the fall
taking the credit
for systems
built over centuries
built over bodies
built on oppression
of the many
for the benefit
of the few
already at the top
of the game.
Their game built
on the backs
on the bones
on the sweat
and the souls
of the people deemed
useful
(expendable )
essential
(disposable)
mere fodder for the noble
cause of making more
wealth for the wealthy
while the rest grind
and hustle their way
to the bottom.

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