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Surveillance

There is no inhalation here
Can't breathe
Now and then air would come this way
but would at once be chased away
That which we want to say
We eat those words
with hunger proving unbearable.
How we should live is decided by them.
They decide the mode of our Death too.
We have but their hands
We walk with their legs
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Thursday, October 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fiction
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Edward Kofi Louis 20 October 2016
Ought to be brought to a close! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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