A musician
At a military check point
Is composing a song
For a child somewhere:
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Poetry should be said by a confessor
On his way to be a professor
Unapproved by the priest
Banned by the government
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Something came between you and me
And I had to sail far from the lee
Toward a high and mad sea…
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Pray god, for your enemy not to be a coward.
Soldiers of the world …. Desert.
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Sorrow;
Is a mill
Going round and round
With a lot of blood.
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To Buizize, whom if you don't know, burned himself in protest against the
Tunisian government, and started revolutions in the Arab World, which still in the making, even tried in China.
The fire in your heart
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Lapped out by the sea
no lap to protect you.
Lying on the sand of the shore.
Alone.
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In memory of my niece whose laughter was never to cease
And I say we are alike, light-headed, because we've taken to laughter.
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