Against the Grain

I live in a dejected state
As society preaches streamlined hate —
Against my kind they can’t debate
My views about life.

Instead of agreeing with what I see
They force their hands against my seams,
Pulling and tearing at my sleeves —
Until they separate.

Next I’m taken against my will;
They lock me up with their drug-induced thrills;
Injecting my mind with their sins
Of intolerance, against mankind.

Against the grain I remain
Pushing and pulling to escape their reins:
Societies views of a normally lived life,
It’s filled with their sadistic lullabies.

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FIRESTORM, When History is Erased

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Against the Grain by K. Saitta
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