we survive
in long
…………..occlusion
is no air here
no fresh
way of saying
………….they made a god
in someone’s image.they
move the strings
………….a rope
too tight.a noose
to silence
……………….these pages
close.a cut
head does not speak
they think.listen
……………….hear the verses
sing triumphant
..
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My poem for Ashraf Fayadh. Video recording as well.
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