Kalinga- linga
A daughter of revolution fed on rich political nutrition
With a smile bandaging scars of the streets and falsehood by political demons
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Black Oranges
Xenophobia my son
i hear a murmur in the streets
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Dawn Rising
see many voices rising with the sun
sharp spears of the sun, undulating with coming freedom
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Identity Apples
I am a fat skeleton, resurrecting
From the sad memories of dada
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