After

I am bathing in water of the sinners

Those who push their power

and importance to the top

I know it is my water

But, I forget

I obliterate my individuality

I lose purpose

and meaning

and importance

I catch myself on rusty hooks

tied into the rocks

I look at who the winners are

and the fact that they would have

tried to take

Whether they were victorious or not

There is no losing for this army

(of cover ups)

And those slowly chipping away

at the repression

Come free

and reverberate in

after shocks