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It asks the soul to stand in despise

It takes crumbs of life

which no knee can explore

as show is not the show of ego

but becomes pictorial view of pain

impossible of any gain.

They did not finish

They could not fix the lives.
They couldn’t finish, They couldn’t fix the year
srax Jun 2020
this nation, fabricated upon their broken spines,
yet still, they gait on fragmented glass.
besought for their valedictory draught,
before the lynch with a knee,
you, merely afraid,
"looting starts, shooting starts"
to resist the monster of your own making

— The End —