Worse Than Death

September 11, 2020

Stealing my dignity in the name of love,

you took back all control

The past and future trading in place,

all memory untold

Stealing my dignity in the name of love,

child—father to the man

Whose power has dwindled and wheels come off,

with freedom all but banned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

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