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Mar 2013
When people are allowed to pretend
they are never
truly
free

The sound
of a bus
is the chorus
of a man
or the woman
driving it
and the terrible rhythm
dragging us
to
and fro

it has has a name
it has a pyramid
effect
on us all

blue
remaining
architecture

noisy
over-whelming
flame.
René Mutumé
Written by
René Mutumé  London
(London)   
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