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Vol. I, No. VIPoetryMorgan Collado

The Chapbook

Who Knows Best?

  • familia
  • survival

They thoughtThey had trounced meForced meTo relinquishMy secretsBent meTo their blood soakedWillThey thoughtThat their dun coloredMachinationsCould subdue meTheir corrosive pigmentsReduce meTheir all-too-human desiresConsume me

But I am foreverDreamingOf days filled with rainbowSunlightI am foreverSowingAcorns of chaos-riddenRebellionI am foreverThreshingThe chaff of stupidityFrom the wheat of sagacity

Those children that resistExistIn the marrow of my bonesGathering hiddenIn moist dark cornersGrowing

When seasons shiftRegimes dieAnd Mother alwaysKnows best

About this poem

First published on A Trip to the Morg in .

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