who use the hollow souls
of their followers
to echo their slogans
bouncing off chambered desire
till the cracks of hate overflow
and it floods the land
and all can breathe
only between punches to the gut.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2021 17:54
- Comment from author about the poem: Reflection on dictatorship.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
You might classify this as surrealist, Jon, but the symbiotic relationship here is clear - and true.
Thanks
Thank you my friend.
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