8 clean feet
1 min readJun 16, 2019
7 lives suffocated,
their screams unheard,
their votes counted,
now no longer needed.
a photograph found,
on one of them,
of 8 feet washed then dried,
of respect shown, hope kindled.
little did they know,
that it was all a show,
respect drained down,
once the photos were done,
mixed with sludge,
just another slogan.
the brooms will come out soon,
more pages to fill,
filthy lies to be flushed down,
the sewers lie waiting,
a universe ignored,
never explored,
always exploited.
