Feast or famine
Feel the damage
We create ourselves
Fists, two handed
Strike the air
None are landed
Where it matters
So we leave, abandoned
Thoughts and dreams
None are standing
Violent vacuum
Violet bandings
Around the wrists
Of those demanding
Hope and change
All remanded
To live their lives
Unchanging blandness
Politicians promises
We could stand less
To listen to those
Whose words depress
Optimistic futures
With no redress
Open windows
But no egress
Nothing is different
We all regress
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