empty remarks

you are the stuffed doll
on my bedside, watching me,
with real expressions –

you react to me,
comforting me when i cry,
promises of light –

but on the next day
you forget my bloody tears
and plant red roses

for celebration
on the dark grave i just mourned –
to you, i am dust

just a mosquito
to satisfy so you shine,
swatting me away –

these empty remarks
bring fame to your golden name,
and break my soul down

politicians. must i say anymore?

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