Elizebeth Turnquist

I don’t want any person to die

But capitolism emboldens preditors

At what point do I get to see them

Seperate like they see us

As I am prey in the world of money

Should I wish long life on my hunters

Should I give them grace

I’m the face of my servitude

Or can I forgive myself

For wanting monsters to die

For valid anger at exploitation

I try to forgive my petty thoughts

I don’t want them to die

But I do want to remove their power.