3 december 2020
Lynching
Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head
and go to sleep.
I know what was coming
after the ballot. A heap of
abuses, for not maintaining the war.
The presence you can feel,
I am the native of this land― when
hurricane comes, you untie the shoes.
May be, wearing a dark suit,
the bartender comes and pours the
honey in your broken glasses.
The music must not stop. The
black spiders, with paired legs have
synchronized with myriapods.
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