
Stale air reeks tension
Ancient elevator rings
One yearns for the sun
Sharp scent of chocolate, burning eyes
On your knees as if to pray
Bourgeoisie notions whispers lies
To the proletariat of the day
Disgruntled mutters and outright cries
Chacophonous tribute to Marx’s dismay
Mini Troubadoura 2020 (uj)
"Somebody once said we never know what is enough until we know what's more than enough. --Billie HolidayPlease visit my busking and poetry blog at theminitroubadoura.com