Wednesday, July 31, 2013



 left on the street to sing,
 scraping marble floors in dusted dread
A culture dead
 Mothers’ gone
fathers’ sold
lost songs forever bleeding fed
What soul found on drips of fate
as rusted cage with glided tongue
My heart melting still in rivers shill
And barking dogs
Alone to never know what triumphs hear
Our only flag through grinded mills of stolen dreams


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