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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