Why is it that only the tainted

are allowed to breath?

Only the jaded are permitted to dream

in this land of throttled aspirations

only the hollow-eyed are allowed to speak

Only stinging mosquitoes

thrive on jailed thoughts

while hope drowns in oceans of sweat

Love is covered by masses of cobwebs

and the future mapped out by fingers

emerging from dank back-passages

How come we are ruled

by muck-fertilized desire?