With Your Iron Hand Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
With Your Iron Hand
With your iron hand
you hurt me
with your toxic breath
you freeze me
with your punishments
you numb me:
now
what remains
is that we transpose
into another region of the Earth
where at our age
we begin again
that's where you forced
us:
your scepter hurts
to us
we came to seek some
kindness and comfort:
found
these icicles in the
cavern of your reign:
and iron hand
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