Keep the fire within burning
to cast the molds of many rebels
Awaits an incessant uprising
Smolder your spirit
until untainted victory
Aye calloused hearts!
What shall arouse thou?
Dead fetuses?
A nation split in parts?
Slaughter the apathy
Let the wounds bleed
Do not burn the candles
it’s too late
burn like a flame
for smoke to infiltrate
closed doors and hearts….
Friday, February 27, 2009
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