flexibeast.space - poetry
“They're dead”
They're dead. No-one helped: the system said "no". "Those are the rules." "I can't bend the rules." They're dead Because no-one was allowed to help. "Those were the rules." "I can't bend the rules." They're dead But maybe there'll be an inquiry, a commission. "Those were the rules." "I couldn't bend the rules." They're dead. Thoughts and prayers won't bring them back. They're dead.
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