Moon Luck

A Letter on Subjugation

Throw down the godlessness for this is an environment of subdued divinity.

Restrictive resentment resides regally within the wrath of restlessness.
The seed of redress and reconstitution regularly withstands, like the perennial blossom.
Patterns unravel as persons recapitulate privately, cut off, unknown to us.
Pride and prejudice persist as we provide ourselves with productivity proactively.
A parade of profit-seeking on the purview of person-hood, lingering while we remain the prisoner.

It's not so predictable, we're all trying to protect ourselves.
Proactive plethoras privatizing provisions while the poor persist on poverty and pity.
Leave it to the people to prioritize.
A pathetic plight on the part of the presiding personel, the divine right of the population.
An amalgamation of condemnation and the enumeration of litigation, brought to our consideration.
A plea towards our elimination.
Abject subjugation, a total inundation, a step towards realization.
This is a letter to our nation.