now i have taken
side with power
but not completely
there is still a
space reserved for
dissent
there is still that
tinge of suspicion
that when the time
comes for protest ripe
as it is sooner
rotten, then it will
be back to your arms
again, sparrows and
amazons, those bonnets
and changes,
back to the shadows
of the past
we change paces
we adopt new names
and faces
thin men
fast running women
mosquito resistant.
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