Red raindrops of rye.

We are red raindrops of rye 
people is pain struggle and sigh 
while our eyes squint & scan 
as a minister’s motor crushes bones 
a man child’s pupils dilate & zones 
we roll, burn, inhale, keep it in 
sleep the long sleep 
outside and within 

Republic & CM 
make you DM 
tit for tat, 
Pandora papers? 
CM says f that, 
you will get bail 
you c the khel 
but kids with over 5 gms 
go straight to jail 

Idiots, they didn’t know 
50000000 not 5 is a go-go 
from Mundra to Shanghai 
don’t take a yacht to get high 
just watch news at 9.05 
each father or farmer that die  
gets the son a job 
& the family gets 45 
Now that’s what I call a high 

Rye is ripe, rye is red 
red we saw when FB went black 
our kinda news just went dead 
6 billion lost in stock attack 
no sweat off Mark’s back 
not unless his whistler's interview 
played on IG back to back 

The rains are over and yet 
We are soppy shivery puppy wet 
hearing seeing eating sexting 
what’s comforting 
not confronting 
we chose a house with no mirror 
yet deep within some know & shiver 
because we are 
red raindrops of …. 

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