17 lutego 2014
TOXIC
A toxic tongue laps the ocean
and fish goes to sleep at bottom.
I do not know from where to start.
A distraught candle flickers.
The blast victim was pregnant and
the foetal head got severed off in womb.
There were big holes in intelligence.
Raw fledgling. The evil existed
in every room. I was not able
to open a single door.
Because they were blind,
taking roots in soil of ancestral graves
on the name of god,
throwing blue stars
in the eyes of believers.
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