Escape The Beloved Country Poem by Susan Adams

The foetal curve
is a question mark
we revert to
not a haven for a life
lying curled on our dark side
Cry the national anthems

Hiding from the outside
the inside of ourselves
escape is not a plan
in this State of drugged control

There are no light switches
in this suck-thumb-bare-room
loose skin is a soap polished shroud
the wall a full stop at the end

Breathe me alive
brand me to struggle
make me scream with honest air
let me out