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 ….

Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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