The Mixture Is The White Tusk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Mixture Is The White Tusk
The Mixture is the White Tusk
Exile in the Solitude of Freedom
Exile in Traumas of Love
For Exile be a Friend to Traumas Too
And there shall be Resting Room from these Traumas
And the Guards shall not Winged Angels
But ice-bound soldiers with Kalashnikovs…
Saturday, February 10, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,solitude
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