Open Poetry #30 |
Realm Of Clandestine |
Ben Junior Member
since 2004-01-17
Posts 21 |
1984 printed in the ambience of Uzbekistan Ghosts of the past evaporating in a sealed hand Beneath the ever watchful eye that pierces walls And the silent ear that puncture’s deaf halls The realm of the clandestine bread on terror As the outer subtly strikes from the inner Under the flag of red, white and blue Freedom is chained to those referred to as who As the forgotten tremble upon the floor of a malicious cellblock Their time descends on a motionless clock |
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