Stuck.

Stuck.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania

Work for money, work for gold.
You won’t be free, but will grow old.
Day after day; just another replay.
Confined by rules and law;
When will we stand up and say:
“That’s the last straw!”

© 2015 Qaletaqa Hania


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Haha, I like how short and simple it was! That pacing was sort of a physical manifestation of "I'm done with this"

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Added on July 25, 2015
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