Political landscape

There’s an elephant sitting on my chest.
It’s crushing me with what ifs,
scorching my veins with fiery fear.

My life is dangling
by the thread
of nine human beings.

No matter the course,
painful things are ahead.
The sting of denial
or the threats of retribution.

All I want is love.

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Political landscape

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