European Union, Republic of Korea
Russian Federation, Zambia, Tanzania
China to Nigeria, Hungary, Australia
Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, and Saudi Arabia
Cuba, Argentina, Pakistan, Japan
Into the Islamic Republic of Iran
Deep within the cavernous confines of the hood
When Pens travel light years beyond what we could.
Mexico and India Germany and France
Italy and Scotland, Turkey, Netherlands
Vietnam and Thailand, Canada, Brazil
Ports being flooded with the ink that we spill
Poland, Indonesia, Qatar, Philippines
Finland, Egypt, Ireland, Gabon, Mozambique
Portugal to Hong Kong even Undefined
Albania, Malaysia, Namibia, Dubái
Kiribati, Canadá, the United States
Singapore, New Guinea; as the silence brakes
Back to South Africa; rising like the day
From beneath a Carbon Dioxide’ L.A.
Children of the corn-man swimming the Atlantic
Stagnant men with Pens that reach across the Planet.
We, the Poets.
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