I… hanging by a thread,
no longer barter for my berries.
There is no app or map
that cares for me or my last testimony.
The Billionaires..they pay no heed to me.
Barbarians with diamonds in their cuffs
look down and laugh at me,
my demonstrations and my keen intensity.
There is no Oligarch that knows of me.
I am low cast. I will not rise
or gain in value in their eyes…
as Aluminium does. ( Al-la-minium)
The sun is heating up…
My skin is peeling.
And every solar panel on this earth
reflects my thoughts
away from me…
I… hanging by a thread
no longer barter for my berries.
I walk towards the Limbo Dance.
I do not bend…I jump …instead…
Towards the great release?
Kristine Byrne. 13th May. 2018
Artist of Image unknown to me.
Brackets on Al-lamium so US get the flow of speech.