Proletarian

Watch me produce something unqiue
coming from way down
oh so down below, the pit

Give me strength and blessings
much courage is needed
and no vanity

I echoed the calling
our voices met and entangled
could not clearly discern the difference

I produced tunes so out of pace
society melted
I lost touch with humanity

Then I freely entered these damn spaces
I ventured along with frail companions
gave them something to devour

This open space is a holocaust
then finally we saw fire coming down
let it caress our skin

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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