Sold Out. Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Sold Out.
I have sold all my poems.
To Hate
To Love
To all Women
To the frozen Artic
To the thriving Amazon
To the free America
To the 'free' China
To the dead children in Africa
To the living slaves in India
To all Humans
To all Animals
I have sold to them a little bit of me.
They have paid me no money.
They owe me nothing.
I have refused to sell them to grace,
I don't like her fancy ways.
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