Jonathan Montano Poems

We live in an industrial jungle
with manufacturing animals
We started this society with no end
We are in a program with no goal
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If I too lost my attitude in this dark room will you treat me as a person? Or my shadow that echoes around this room?
Do I deserve to be suppressed from my sun or future sons?
Should I be tricked for a ski mask or treated by the badge?
Can you blame me for hiding indented cheeks and sliding down crooked smiles?
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