Now

Hold me down, in the burial ground of all that can be raised

A single line with a broken spine, a muddy path to erase

I'm reaching for the crooked limb to pull me up and straight

I slip back down buried with my crown where the hate meets my fate

I see, I feel, I need to now

I scream and I scrape, I want to right now

Sleepy eyed and hypnotized, I'm put back down again

Breaking through the glass of the upper class, just to change the end

Burdened by the unquenched cries of sheltered hunger pain

I spend each day trying to breakaway just to maintain