I will not play
for you,
in burning shadows.
Bribing the body
to sequester the soul
via ripping steel-
of a blade of grass.
He stopped at the door
for a short while -
to sharpen the proboscis
for blood and dogma
of a fake country.
Cannot pardon me.
I will present to you
my earth, as cow.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2016 00:38
- Category: Nature
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Great write
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