Foggy Commands

Foggy commands

Never demands

The exact nature of the words

Intended

Unintended

It deceives the eyes

Of a withered heart

And blistered soul

Upon the strained

Uncertain

Hopes

Of the foggy words

From the mouths

Of silly

Ones

Rebel Hopes

Rebel Hopes

On the way

To being a renegade spirit

These worn out days

I have ideas

That are not so unique

With words

Bleak

But I hope to see a

Light

Guided by my own

Divine sight

For wherever I am pulled

I will hold on

To these rebel hopes

Not Level

There was never

Fairness

In capitalists

The idea was trivial

Literal

Jargon

On a page

So the ones who

Proclaim the top

Take what they can

All their days

So the rest

Can debate

The endless ways

To divide what is left

But well below

We will stay