Generally I say too much

Anger of the moment born


conceived a life before


slapped injustice never borne


and love beyond the tyrant’s  door.


Comrades


Our working hands and hopes


knot our future’s twisting  rope.


 



 


 


 


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Published on May 26, 2016 12:42
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