The Shallows

I grow bored as I soak up the days of ignorance,

Basking under a prejudiced sky,

Burnt by words of hate, violence,

Trapped in a net of opinion,

Nodding my head in idle agreement,

I submit before the tide,

I lay my head down here,

Resigned to my fate,

Waves wash over me,

Sand washes into my lungs,

I do nothing,

I drown.

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