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Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Wake Up

Sometimes I feel like a poet
And sometimes a gloit

It feels like I'm tense
My rhymes aren't making any sense

I'm dead or alive, who knows?
I'm free or caged, who shows?
You are in lab, Tyrant says
You will vanish, if experiment fails
I'm used and bruised
Slaughtered and rused
"No more silence" my head burns
Freedom is screaming, it's your turn
©Bhat Naieem

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