No prison but no reason

Becoming part of the cold tiles

Against the floor

The shining white tiles

No reason to stand up

nor even rolling down to any of the sides

No prison but no reason

Becoming part of the big lie

Against the floor the cold cheeks the sore mind

The endless squared tiles

Merging into the lies, into the tiles

No reason to move but the treason

Towards your outstretched hand

Towards the prison of the sore mind

The endless chauvinist lies

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