Revolution
Round and round,
the grinning, gaudy horses
galloping
round and round
on the merry go round.
Round and round,
but the grins are faded now
and the once bright horses
drab and disheveled
staggering and lurching.
Round and round
on the treadmill
of the merry go round.
Round and round.
Round and round.
Just one more revolution
and they'll be ready.
Ready
to bite the hands
that refused to feed them.
Round and round.
Round and round.
Only one more revolution,
to sharpen up the teeth.
Round and round,
just one more revolution
on the not so merry go round.
https://www.thepoetmagazine.org/autumn-2021---adversity
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