The way out machine
I enclose my breath in a mask
In the distance we keep for fear
Pump hope into my lungs
And begin to dream
Of the way out machine
That will free us from
The dictatorship of the physicians.
Melbourne, July 2020
The way out machine
I enclose my breath in a mask
In the distance we keep for fear
Pump hope into my lungs
And begin to dream
Of the way out machine
That will free us from
The dictatorship of the physicians.
Melbourne, July 2020