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An Xviiith Century Battle

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These rusty swords dangle
back and forth
piercing my skin, bleeding
myself to death..



In this dream, I am chained
to this particular place
where the clamour of battle

makes me tear my own ears off
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Monday, May 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: battle,history,war
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Queeny Gona 17 May 2017

On reading this particular muse of yours, I was reminded of few pages of Anne Franck -The dairy of a young lady who described the second world war situation The situation is rampant even now!

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