Hearts and minds played with,
greedy digits strum a callous tune,
melancholic, I feel cheated now,
lost without red, too blue!
Injustice stabs my soul and hope,
life, in all its capable glory patiently hovers,
waiting to settle in freedoms net,
the view from there is like no other.
Beds are broken, made by unfair tools,
structures formed in secret corners,
heavy, deep in muddy playing fields,
united in harmony through disorder.
© Michelle Sotiriou 2021