OCCUPATION POOLSIDE

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The world is a paradise for those who hoard things

and a cell for those who perceive

In this land, the people who can hear, see and smell are 

imprisoned en masse 

watermelons, oranges, olives and the tree are warped

painted, lifeless in grey flatness hung upside down

on white walls, adored by a few lounging poolside 

a cocktail in one hand sipping 

glancing at the television of what is just less than a mile away

a little girl watches her fathers body burn in a fire set by a prison guard

then, bombs are hurled at her body

the wealthy call it a clash 

the truth rests in opposites

the analogy

present 

the lovers of gluttony, amassing wealth

have imprisoned those who love all the things they cannot see

swilling martinis hoarders don't know sweet desire 

their prisoners are the only ones on earth that are free

liberated flight

when the appropriators slit their throats doves catch them as the fragrance

musk dissipates into thin air and finally

breathe