A Life Poem by ian hall

From the lowlands
of humanity
Next to the dark crimson sea
we stole everything Ideas, names, lives
In that little life
where the virus never leaves

Our hearts seperated
from our soul
lost our courage
crippled and cold

We had no crutch
no walking stick to hold
ants crawling over our hands

But I want you to know
I despise the mirror that
this life served up to me
That unsound fancy
The eternal contradiction

And know
I am part of your dream
And you are part of mine