When all this ends,
The wild birds will break free, the ghosts will banish and we'll sing them a farewell.But before that, the fists that became mouthballs will be chewed sitting cross legged across fear that holds our tongue.
Silence will be housed under curfew with hands held high for the world to see the lines of dissent.
And the night will slit throats of those who dare open their lips.
But before your name becomes history,
Spit across every wall of shame,
Rage. Embrace. Express. Resist.
And let the fire they burn do the rest.

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Napkins in the City of Dustbins

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A poem you won't wish to read

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Don't be Hero.
Don't be Villain.
You already are both.
Be what you always were :
The Story !

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I tightly clench the walls of my home,
Which eventually may fall some day.
Forgetting always that it's the floor that I need to hold on to,
For the base can never be basic enough.

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All that's in is never out.
And all that's out is always in.

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Dipping words and making poetry shakes
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Withhold all the burnt pyres within,
For ashes always form new bodies.

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