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Isolate Me More Often
As the pandemic raged,
I cradled my child in my arms,
As the pandemic raged,
I was overrun with alarm.
 
What do you remember,
Of your seasons as my baby?
What do you remember?
“I remember missing daddy.”
 
His voice, a sizzling press,
Invoked incisions through my soul,
I rose, the crippled mess,
To burst, a phoenix from the knoll.
 
I wish those pimps could see,
Those artificial broadcasters,
The stoppered fury within me,
And that children are our masters.
I wish those pimps could see,
As they dictate fields of coffins,
That they must let the kindness free,
And isolate us more often.
 
As she dresses her scars,  
Forlorn, broken, crisscrossed in pink,
Fantastic abattoirs,
Invade in flashes as she blinks.
 
Refugee, her society,  
Conscripted, sundered, lost,
A victim of supremacy,
We all endure the cost.
 
What is your preference?
To be the chairman of the board?
Without a reference,
You won’t escape the mental ward.
 
I wish those pimps could see,
Those artificial broadcasters,
The stoppered fury within me,
And that children are our masters.
I wish those pimps could see,
As they dictate fields of coffins,
That they must let the kindness free,
And isolate us more often.
 

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