the blind side

everything’s been done already,
I am wasted capacity,
you sit there laughing at me,

but who am I?

lack lustre tenacity,
is that what you call free?
audacity for meretricious liberty
interpreting tactless fatality,

but who am I?

this is the blind side,
misaligned minds,
keeping us in debit, credit declined,
delighting in the light of Zionist crimes,
colliding with your lies,

but who am I?

ink is free, so...

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