We don’t speak by Damian O’Vitch

We don’t speak Kalashnikov

though our mouths fill with blood

we don’t speak grenade

though fear clothes our skins

we don’t speak suicide

though we see your blind hatred

read the Braille of all our hands joining

the padding morse of falling tears



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