dear mr sun-core
hold
i know your lenses are blind to
kailondo’s staff
i know your wavelength is deaf to
bai bureh’s voice
but hold
innocent blood strangles the throat
please field marshal
president of kingdom come
chief justice of injustice
hold
touch pen
that you would grant the insane your sanity
the cocoa your freedom
the unborn your hope
please mr sun-core
hold
and let the handshake speak
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