How Strange

by Venkat


when I was gold, precious
I was cut to pieces
wrapped quickly into pockets
of greedy robbers from temples of evil

when I was mayonnaise of taste
I was spread on others’ bread
crushed into ravenous mouths
expanding the empire of evil thought

now I am a strange Swiss cheese
holes all over, on my own
no more robbers, no more power games
their eyes open, see hollowness in me


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