POEM: ASK ABOUT FREE WILL

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When belly goes Choir everyday
how does a man think free?
To chomp –
 begs on another’s mercy
How will he wheel his will?
 
Auction
the soul goes out
run son!
                 ran some,
                                ransom!
 
tongue-tied
the master driller
bores a hole
 deep
damn soul
soiled
 
he howls
hunger unto his neck
scampers at your call, beck
for the crumbles he’d peck
 
idealism runs low
in the gutter
flood washed it off its street
Reality opened
a book called Check
 
heart ripped ,hopes parched
 
freedom ferries –
 
a long walk
 
down
 
nameless street 

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