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<≪ A Call To Liberate Poetry

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Come to the field where
Blows only revolutionary wind
Nick time six o'clock in the morning
Tomorrow some of us are going
To gather who never regard
Poetry as a private affair
Instead of taking breakfast
Take few full morsels of fire
To inscribe words with the letters of flame
In the pages of pain of those

Deprived men and women
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Friday, July 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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