Freedom Asphyxia

Where would you go
If the earth and your feet
At your command only would meet
And struggle,
One with another
Like sister and brother?

And when would you wake
If your smile was fake
When your loves were at stake
And easy to break?

Would you fall on your knees
And beg from your friends
The mercy to bring
My debt to an end?

For in your malodorous monologue
Every breath is death
In the form of
Freedom asphyxia.