You fight for my crumbs while your plate is full
your world is banging down my world's door
learn the limit our bond can undergo
I'm aching a tonne more
You distance yourself from my poverty
Sneering in the background of a spectacular show
I'm about to shout "How is this the Law?"
I am adjusted to mute
Is it approved for me to talk and think for myself?
Keep shouting your curse from my TV
to infest my brain and make me agree
I'm an audience to muzzle
I am being crushed by a so called democracy
You tie my hands behind my back so I can obey
when all your tide brings is rotten decay
I am accrued to mindlessness
My blood you turn to your afternoon wine
The drops of greed draw lines on your chin,
you take a bite off my skin
I’m against the majority
Repulsive pyramids of power, I rebuke
Your gold mugs and silver spoons cost me
my house for your cup of tea
I'm also able to mistreat
However, I will not because
my liberty stops where yours begins.
I A A T M= It’s all about the money
Michelle Nicolaou, 16 years old
*Το ποίημα έχει διακριθεί στον παγκόσμιο διαγωνισμό ποίησης Castello di Duino
