Shiver awake the first day, and there was no sun
warming me or the others, though we could see shine
in through the ceiling holes, we were to together though,
hearts beating like ovens, we were kept keeping love
warm under the roofs, we prayed they’d not return.
The bad days born again, my brother died in a tub
drowning shallow water away, but those of us
holding hope sacked movements eternal, failing
first, but surrender has been taken from us, the weak
have no choice but to fight, live or die depending.
The overlords whatever they are, killing for fun
or boredom business decisions, the kernel
remains ever thirsty, for we will emerge again
wearing letters, knowing many will die this time
as last again, but resistance is foundation.