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against the wall

Posted to Action Poetry




prisoner
pressed
against the bricks
of history and fear

the mutual scarlet boulevard
of hope is deeply furrowed
by the claws of heroes
digging earth and soul

sky smeared with
resounding words
stained
by the pinions of yes
by the wings of no

speak speak
to me
rescue
me
call me

call me
when you're
gone