I see these prizes
as symbols of death,
injustice and destruction.
Why?
Tell me my dear,
It is my prayer.
Am I not fit to pray?
And you are not uttering
any word. Why?
Anyway, I am here,
And I seek refuge.
Am I free?
And if yes or if not,
What use of anything?
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