YEAR 2025 Poem: “Rent, Blood, Repeat”, by Dristi Neupane

2025 , rent’s a war I lose,
Check come in, disappear like news.
Boss got bots, I mop the floor,
Work three shifts just to stay poor.

Cameras blink like they know my soul,
Street got eyes, but none got goals.
Cops wear masks, still smell like fear,
Freedom’s fake when they’re always near.

Scroll past pain, it loop, it rot,
Grind so hard I forget what’s not.
Sleep when dead? That quote feel true,
We ghost ourselves just to push on through.

Love’s a glitch, and touch don’t last,
Text replaces a question asked.
Raised on reels, kids numb too fast,
The screen’s their god, the feed’s their past.

But I stay loud, with pen like blade,
Write my rage where scars got made.
World on fire, I breathe that smoke,
I won’t break, but I might go broke.