November Poem by Ernst Toller

November

Rating: 2.7


Cities are so far away, humans live there.
The knot chokes at your throat, a gray
horror caresses your limbs. Who will freedom behold?
When, at last, will the grubs rise up?

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Samotschin / Poland
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