POEM: Alarm Going Off

I see one of the pervasive everyday forms of violence in capitalism is having to wake up to alarm “normally.” I have no problem being woke, just not by alarms. I believe that luxuriating in the natural process of waking up should not be a luxury.

Alarm Going Off

I woke up
Too alarm
Every mourning
Every day
No matter
How dark
They tolled me
It was for my own
Good

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