Bus to Marx

The bus is full
Full with students
doing economy, business
and advanced studies

Pushing, pressing their way
to happiness and a seat
some fail, some never
even get in to the bus

I am the last one
just when the door
closes
It is not a question
of deserving
It is not a question
of
Salvation
NO

This is a  question
of survival
Using the ladder
of momentarily 
Chaos

God will not help me
Man vill not help me
But i will help myself
the price
Is being lonely 
but in time
to the lecture
on Marxist theory on 
Late Capitalism 

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in #blogg100, Black, Hope, March 2014, Poem, Poetry, Trial

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